[ Very well, stretching out beside him it is. She scoops up the overly round wolf and frog plushies that were occupying the bed and puts them on the floor with more care than stuffed creatures strictly need. ]

And then if they do like you, it feels like they're always just waiting for you to slip up. [ Yeah, she gets it. ]

[ She reaches out to take his hand, if he'll let her. ] I know what you mean.
Sometimes I wonder if it would be less painful to just be myself and not care what people thought, but I never do it. I'm too afraid of being alone. [ And -- part of her doesn't want to hurt people, even if part of her definitely does. ]