"Well, on the one hand they're not here and you're basically separated from time. It's not passing back home. So you've got all the time in the world to worry about that shit." She coughed once, tossing some essentially potpourri while she squinted. "But on the other? You've been avoiding talking about it how long? It's eating you up inside."

She grunted, shifting uncomfortably. Her eyes glanced towards him and then away. Tell him or don't? Tell him or don't? She muttered to herself. "S...o if you want someone to talk't out. You can use me. Something changed recently. Apparently this place thinks I make a good listener or something. I don't know. I can see emotions, surface thoughts. Might help. Probably useless. I'm too used to working with jealousy."

Another glance. "You're not exactly brimming with that."