[She smiles at him. Doesn't move closer, for him, though if it was up to her she'd lean on his shoulder now, let herself rest. She rests sitting up. She can do that for him.]

[She's sure she's made some mistakes today. But better to let him know about them, at least; better let him hear from her than someone else.]

Dillon . . . gave me something today. A mask. And I don't know what I should do with it.

I know what I want to do with it. [Keep it. Mount it. Treasure it.] But he asked me if I'd be safe with it, and I said yes, and now . . . I don't want to have lied.