...okay, she says. Well, um, so, you know he didn't... cause it or anything.
It's okay, she says after a silence. ...If you knew I didn't like it why did you - I mean, you usually backed off after a little bit, but you still started up again. I'm younger than you, you know.
She's loosened up again, she's swaying with the timing of her passing thoughts again. Mm. Well, it's okay. I'm fine and everything. And you know that mister creeper didn't - I dunno, psychically implant being all kinky into you. He just said shitty things about it. He said shitty things about me too and you don't feel weird about being my bird, do you?
Good, 'cause you are. She looks at the symbols on her desk. Is there anything else I should decipher for you? Did it even help or did it just - reopen the wounds?
She hugs him again. Good. Let me know if there's anything else you want me to look at. Or anything else I can do. I want my bird to be okay.