[She sighs out, and nods-- Snow will only insist on it, and if she doesn't tell her about it, it will feel like she doesn't trust her... which is not the issue here at all.]
It's just... I was thinking about home. My life, and- my husband. It's not a bad life, and he's not a bad husband, but... it's not what you two have, either. [Constance shifts to look down, for a moment, feeling even more selfish when it's said aloud like that-- this shouldn't be about her, at all.]