she'd be all "what was this about not wanting kids, toasty??"
"Palliative nurse," Little closed, eyes blurring a little as she listened to him. "That's working with dying people, isn't it? Must be horrible. I couldn't do it. My dad's gonna need one of them soon."
She wiped at her eyes with her sleeve and sniffed. "I'm scared," she told him. "Like..." her voice shuddered and she teared up further "really really scared. I haven't told anyone that," she said, shaking her head.