[Lots of people promise that, she wants to tell him; but for some reason, she doesn't. Instead she rests her tired head against his shoulder, and she doesn't cry, but sort of wants to.]
Okay, Scott. I believe you.
[It's a lie. But she wraps her arms around him anyway.]
[Spam]
Okay, Scott. I believe you.
[It's a lie. But she wraps her arms around him anyway.]