Yeah. [She's sorry, too, even if she feels like she should say something more like you didn't do anything wrong or it's not your fault. She just can't.
She wishes she had another drink, but asking for that seems like something beyond her right now, too.]
There was-- [God, she hasn't really talked about this since telling Tim and she just has to remind herself to breathe for a second.] I was eleven.
[Looking at Saul right now is entirely out of the question, Steph just runs a hand through her hair, like that might help with any of this.] Nothing-- It's not-- [Come on, Brown, talk.] It doesn't matter, this is just... complicated.
[Complicated doesn't really seem like a strong enough word.]
I should go.
[She should really go, but she's not actually sure how to manage it.]
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She wishes she had another drink, but asking for that seems like something beyond her right now, too.]
There was-- [God, she hasn't really talked about this since telling Tim and she just has to remind herself to breathe for a second.] I was eleven.
[Looking at Saul right now is entirely out of the question, Steph just runs a hand through her hair, like that might help with any of this.] Nothing-- It's not-- [Come on, Brown, talk.] It doesn't matter, this is just... complicated.
[Complicated doesn't really seem like a strong enough word.]
I should go.
[She should really go, but she's not actually sure how to manage it.]