She rubs at her face, hoping it'll make her be a little more capable of talking about it somehow. It doesn't, but that's probably not a real surprise. "After I... After you died." Yes, that's a lot easier to phrase. "We never really talked about it. He just... shut me out. And I don't know that he ever really forgave me for it, even if we've been trying to be friends again."

She nods at her reassurance, though, trying to believe it. She's never been very good about trusting that she won't someday be too much, but she's doing her best to override that knee jerk reaction.