He tells her he's not going anywhere, and, finally, that's what pushes her over the edge, a hand pressing to her mouth to stifle any sound as she starts to cry. She doesn't even know why, be it built up stress or relief or the fact that she's not sure she believes him. It sounds nice, sure, but last night he'd said he was coming back, and she'd taken him at his word then. As much as she hates that it's the case, it isn't so easy to do so now, not even with what he has to tell her shedding some more light on the situation. At least it's something she can understand, Lee not wanting to be like his father when she's spent a lot of time not wanting to be like hers. In this context, though, there's too much other shit she has to deal with for that to enter the equation, for her to think that far ahead.

Instinctively, she wants to tell him that he won't be, but those words won't come. It wouldn't be true if she did, when she can't guarantee that, when she doesn't even know Lee's father to be able to make a comparison, and he'd know it. After last night, she doesn't think she should need to be the one offering any reassurance anyway. Still, she comes as close to it as she can, her hand dropping to her side before she speaks again.

"If it helps, I don't even know if I want it," she says, staring at the kitchen floor. "I just know that I can't..." Trailing off, she shakes her head. With all he's told her, she's probably due a confession or two of her own, and she's known since last night that she would need to get to this sooner or later. There's not really any getting around it now. "You're not the only one of us who's been through this before. I guess you didn't stop to consider that you might not be before you left last night."