She didn't know what she wanted from him anymore. She'd been after some sort of reaction from him at first, but now having said what had been said... Was there any way to guarantee a reaction from him just wasn't his way to appease her? That he wouldn't just say something that he figured she wanted to hear to shut her up?
"I don't know, Joseph. Not anymore." The need to reorganize the pantry she'd had originally come down to satisfy had fled. Erin contemplated doing just that herself, turning around and walking back upstairs.