She sat down with him, it took her a moment. She almost sat down right next to him as he gave her the gentle tug, but then second guessed herself and sat sort of across from him; unsure if he would be okay with her that close. His words made sense, just like Rachel, just like Dr. Anderson... now if only her brain would accept them.
His question made her think as she took the soda. "Y-yes? I mean I don't want to." Abby admitted. "I'd love to be one of those people who are just cool and don't care what others think about them." But when she was around people she was always worried about doing something stupid, messing something up and being judged. That those she called friends were only 'tolerating' her and talked about her behind her back. It had always been a concern in high school for her, but she was able to function. Being socially cut off for so many years seemed to make those feelings ten times worse.
She popped open her soda and took a sip, wrinkling her nose a little as she got mostly a mouth full of bubbles. Glancing at Jason as he messed with the bag, she wanted to tell him she wasn't always such a mess. That despite her crappy home life she had friends and fun and things had been good for a bit. That she didn't let her insecurities get the better of her. But would he then just pity her? Wish that she wasn't her as she was now but the her she was before? She glanced away quickly when he looked up again, not wanting him to think she'd been staring at him.