Cynthia's cheeks flushed red, shame filling her as he mentioned the last weeks and her behavior. "I guess... I'm not over it. I like to think I am. I like," she paused, taking a sip. "--to pretend I am. But... maybe it's a larger part of my life than I was admitting.” She had honestly never thought about it this hard. She had been too busy running away from her family identity, she hadn't bothered looking inwards. She wasn’t even sure if she was understanding it correctly, but she desperately wanted to give him resolution; not about his past or her own, but about<span style="font-style: italic">them. </span><br/><br/>Was he stronger than her? “I thought I was handling things perfectly, considering, but…” She wasn’t the only one with a shitty past now, and seeing how he handled it… was she doing things wrong? She had been clinging so hard to the concept of running away, maybe it meant she had never really let go.<br/><br/>Ugh, this hurt her head. She tossed back the rest of the glass and rubbed her face, eventually resting her head in her hand.<br/><br/>“I<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>like you. And I don't want to lose you. I'm trying to find words to say to fix this, but if-if therapists can't have them for us-- well, how the hell am I?" How many shots had she had by this point? In the midsts of her stress, she couldn't remember, but they had crept over her tongue when she wasn't paying attention and in a way... she was relieved. She was tipsy. She could say anything, do anything, it would be the alcohol then, not her.<br/><br/>"I wanna be like you, you don't even know how hard I use to try to mimic you freshman year. You were just... like the<span style="font-style: italic">sun</span>to me. And you were<span style="font-style: italic">so</span>out of my league, and... and... you were suppose to notice it. But you're such a bumbling fool, you never did and... and I fell for you and I got desperate to keep you, and... and here were are." She bit her lip until pain echoed dully from the center.<br/><br/>"So we... fix it." she echoed his earlier sentiment, she glanced up, a spark of hope in her otherwise weary gaze.