I. Sorry. I'm trying not to.

I just... that one... reminded me so much of my own Layton. He... I showed him my scars and he called it craftmanship, and I... I think he's part of why I can't relax, even here, because not only am I afraid that my Layton will arrive, I'm afraid that that one is just as bad.

[She shudders and moves to press her face into his muffler again.]

I don't blame you. I just... sorry. It freaked me out. I'm sorry.

God. I'll start sitting still in a moment.