"I didn't know what to do and I panicked, I really hadn't meant to interrupt," and likely overreacted, but she was only human, and insecure and when she'd seen Irene looking at him like that, like the way she looked at him, it had been too much. Because Elias didn't know about how Irene had showed up on Daffy's doorstep, frantic, after the break-ins, looking for him. That rush of relief on her face when told he was alright. Elias had been clear that he didn’t feel that way about Irene and Daff believed him, even if, deep down, she feared him coming to the realization at some point that he might move past friendship with Irene and then she would have to let him go. Irene had been there first, for a long time, and as tough as it was, Daffy knew a relationship like that was invaluable. "I wasn't trying to listen, I just heard the tone and it sounded serious. I saw—" No, never mind that. "I should have just left in the first place." She absentmindedly ran the petals of the carnation in hand down her scar and back up.

That wasn't the only thing she had to be sorry for either and she had to get it out before she popped. That was just one more thing on top of everything else she'd done. "I didn't mean to worry you," It was hard for her to know she was the cause of any upset. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was struggling, that being in my own flat still terrifies me and I wasn't sleeping, it’s hard for me, being the cause of someone else’s distress." He'd been there without knowing it, held her tight and hadn’t pressed her with questions. He'd let her invade his space again and again, stay in the workshop as late as she dared, and during the day that was what she had needed. But short of her moving into his house and taking up permanent residence, at night she had been on her own. "You were already doing far more than you know."

As always, hindsight made things clearer and Daff knew she couldn’t hide things or try to deal with them on her own anymore. She wasn't alone anymore. She pushed on, afraid if she stopped she wouldn't say everything she meant to. "But If you want me to, I'll tell you about every headache, every bad day, every sleepless night." As she said it, Daff understood it might even be a relief to have someone to share it all with, even the bad stuff. Unloading everything on Zinnia hadn't been as bad as she thought. It was much easier to admit she needed him than to think of any alternative. "Everything; why I came to the workshop that day. Every good day, each success, all of it. It won't happen overnight, but I will try because I love you and if I'm going to share all of this with someone, I desperately want it to be you." It had all come out as a frantic sort of ramble, the product of having too much time to think about it all. She was flushed, breathless, and on the verge of tears now, but managed to rein it in a little.