{His answer satisfies her. She understands that personalities clash and she doesn’t need anymore explanation. She wishes it were different, that is obvious, but this sort of ground is nothing new to her.}
Nothing specific. Never anything specific that’s just rude. And if I don’t have to talk about it, I won’t. I promise.
{She’s radiating reassurance. She hopes she has smoothed this over enough. }
Tell me something. Something I don’t know. So that I don’t feel like I’m baring all here?