"I didn't expect you to set this up in the first place because I knew you were working. I'm not a total ungrateful brat," she sighed, taking another sip.
She wondered why it was that she was the only one that seemed to understand where she was coming from. Why the fuck was the guilt so hard for anyone else to understand?
"I can live with it," she said slowly, glaring at the counter. "Isn't it bad enough that my family and friends might be stuck burying me early? Adding feelings into that seems like... like I'm so selfish that I have to have love in my life that I'm going to emotionally fuck someone else up? But my sister says that not doing it is what makes me actually selfish, so what the fuck do I even know."
She sighed again, shaking her head at his question. "No, that just made it worse." But telling him the actual reason why they were talking now was... maybe asking too much. For now.