[She wishes she could have as he does. The fractures are too deep for them to ever fully cooperate, Andrew thinks, but she won't mock his hopefulness just yet. She just can't imagine or embrace it. She closes her eyes, seeming tired now, and leans back with her arms crossed.]

Then we're at a crossroads. The only way to get there is through trust, but it's too dangerous to trust each other blindly.

...Don't forget that. [He is too kind, she thinks. But maybe she's too paranoid.]