[She rubs her tongue along the back side of her teeth, feeling each ridge as it moves to ground herself. This is the problem with talking, people think they know her, like she can just say this shit and it's okay. Dumb of her to have spoken at all, and she shrinks back into her shoulders a bit, like her chest is caving in.]

This is just-- shouldn't have said anything in the first place. Nobody ever really asks.

[People can be curious, but they so rarely ask the exact right questions to get real answers. And now she's gone and betrayed herself by giving out too much for free.

Beau just shakes her head, unsure of how to even progress from here on her own merit.]

Look, people just don't... stick. This is the longest I've known pretty much anyone. It'd just be typical if you left.