Fuck, more? [This is like pulling off a band-aid slowly-- it hurts, but she knows it has to be done, and doing it quickly might fuck up the heal.
She sighs, pained, but leans into Laura's hand.]

You want me to tell you I pushed everyone away, Inanna, Yusuke, Yuri, Cassandra, because I thought I'd made a mistake caring about people? Or that I slept on your couch for days when you didn't answer my texts? Coke and booze didn't do anything? I spent several days in Poe's clothes because I didn't even know who I wanted to be?

Or do you want me to tell you that I should have said 'fuck it' to our rule and told you I loved you whenever I damn well felt like it?