[She leans in, kisses his mouth briefly before pulling back. A small, bittersweet smile graces her lips.]

Thanks.

[She means it, but it's sad that they're having this conversation at all. That it took so long to have, that it had to happen like this.]

I know I can get kind of crazy. Something happens and no matter what I do my head just goes to all these places I don't want it to when I don't know what's going on and then I do something stupid because I don't know how to fix it.

[Which is what she'd started to do, blaming herself, getting frustrated with him for something she didn't know the reason behind. Her self-esteem still isn't at a place where she can just look at things completely objectively. She's just glad she's come far enough to know that doing something about it is better than stewing in it until it explodes.

It almost did explode.]

I just want you to be okay. And I don't want to be the reason you aren't.