[ She almost pulls away like his touch is burning, and even though she doesn't, not quite, the muscle under his hand tenses the second he makes contact. ]

I can't— I can't hear this from you right now, Drew. I can't—

[ Deep breaths. Deep fucking breaths. ]

Y'know what I saw before this? Y'know what this stupid memory shit has dragged me through twice now? Me letting you die. Me just standing there, waiting, not fucking doing anything as you yelled for me. Me just watching that thing fucking stab you because I was too much of a selfish fucking coward to stop it.

[ It's vivid on purpose. No dancing around it, no 'what I did'; not an attempt to explain, like the first time. ]