[She knows something of pain. The agony felt when you love someone who's given up on hope and life is excruciating. And she knows the loss he feels in regards to Ichiru stems from his own frustration of not knowing what to do to reach him.
She wishes she had an answer. If she did, the events of nine years ago would have changed the present drastically.
Lying back down against her pillows, she scoots over and prompts him to join her for the time being.]
Well. If you didn't for one, you never would have learned how to properly pick out clothes for yourself. You're welcome. [She says it while staring up at the canopy of her bed above her with a creeping smile.]