Nothing about this was alright. Would it ever really be alright again? She wanted to believe him, but they both knew better and she hated it. Daff also knew she should let go, but all she could do was tighten her grip on him. Shit. This was miserable.

With her eyes squeezed tight she was scared to open them, scared to let go and she just could not bring herself to. Deep down she knew she had to however, and so she tried to take a few deep breaths, trying to dig down and find the courage. She felt ridiculous, even through the fear, standing there clinging to him like this, especially with things the way they were between them.

It took a moment or two longer than she would have liked, even from when she had originally thought to let go, but she took one last deep breath and pushed back again. Everything was still dark, but she could make out his silhouette in the room now at least. She stepped back until she hit her desk once more and sighed. Swiping at the tears she was sure were still trickling down her face, she managed, "I can sort of see the edges of things, but I should probably go to Ama's just in case." It was the smart plan and he would be let off the hook.