...I need it to be friends here.

I need...reassurance.

[She reaches down, picking up the broken orange block.]

I used my friends from home as a base. Because I was used to it. Waiting, being patient, and I was confident in how they felt for me. There was no doubts, no neurosis. I knew that as long as I got back to 'em, their feelings wouldn't have changed.

Here, I'm always questioning, unsure. I dun understand people well, so it takes a while to be confident, but it seems when I'm really opening up, they go away. So I thought home was safe.

But then it wasn't.