She said nothing. It was hard for her to process everything that had happened that day, really. First, the build up of emotions that had exploded in that post, which had been festering for a while now, and then this, the whole shrink thing. She just felt numb now. Tired and numb. She wanted comfort from Sam, seeing as how he was pretty much the only person who could successfully supply it, but she didn't want him to have to do it at the same time. He would disagree. Everyone would disagree. But she wanted to do as much by herself as she possibly could. These psych visits, things that had to do with the baby, anything else that might've been swirling around in her head. No one else deserved to have it put on their shoulders but her. She intended on keeping it that way.
She could feel her eyes welling up as she made her way towards the bed, but she was quick to reach up and rub them away, hoping he hadn't seen. Then she turned down the sheets and started to climb under them.