[There's a split-second where she worries that it's distraction. Derek deliberately evading what she's saying, avoiding the offer of help, support. She knows how hard he finds it to share burdens. She knows how important it's been to be there when he needs to.
But his expression's softer than that. No defensiveness in his eyes. She can't hear him anymore, but she knows him. That this is just them, tentative in feeling these things out, finding their way back to what they had.]
Yeah. [Plain, direct. True.] You should.
[A beat, and a touch more hesitation even as she pushes herself to say it:]
action.
But his expression's softer than that. No defensiveness in his eyes. She can't hear him anymore, but she knows him. That this is just them, tentative in feeling these things out, finding their way back to what they had.]
Yeah. [Plain, direct. True.] You should.
[A beat, and a touch more hesitation even as she pushes herself to say it:]
I want you to.