She knows his movements, can guess that what she’s saying is going to be difficult for him. Honestly, all of this is beginning to feel like such deja vu it’s hard not to comment on it, even if he wouldn’t know why it’s taking her back. But she looks at him, and sees herself, young, in basic, with Anderson and a hand on her shoulder, a whispered statement of they won’t trust you if you don’t let them, and you’re going to rise above this.

“You don’t have to be great at it every time. Like I said. Intent, you know? Trying means something.” She wants to do the same, put her hand on his shoulder, be that person, but she doesn’t know if she can stand where Anderson stood yet. Instead, she tries to do what she’s saying- be transparent. Try. “I’m not always fantastic at it either. Can’t be perfect when you’re not perfect. But I believe in you.”