... I get that. [And she does. That desire for just one moment longer, another week, another afternoon, hell-- another hour. Sometimes a selfish desire, but one which springs from a well-meaning place.
All of which doesn't leave much to be said. What can she say, to that? Instead, she just awkwardly takes a sip of her water.]
[Action]
All of which doesn't leave much to be said. What can she say, to that? Instead, she just awkwardly takes a sip of her water.]