Dahlia tipped her head slightly; canting it the other way against her knees with that ghost smile "I guess there is a lot of that here." with the people, with the things, with the people behind the screen. She hadn't thought of it before but...maybe that was why here was more home than home had been. Even if she did miss her other home sometimes. Mostly the escape from the world it had been. In the dome there wasn't such an easy way to escape everything. She had to face her own head, other people, all of it...
Maybe that's why it seemed so difficult sometimes. So...overwhelming.
Dahlia glanced away for a moment; concern for bringing painting up briefly making her hesitate. But she was trying to be more...honest. Jake knew as much as Sin had now, in a way, and she was attempting to not hide things. To...admit to whatever it was, she was. "I'm not sure why I can't lately. It just gets loud...my hand shakes and then..." she shook her head slightly "Then I usually get mad." at herself more than anything but it rarely seemed to end well.
Did she want to try again? See if somehow being here, or running or...something made it easier? She glanced back at Jake; for likely too long a moment she was quiet as she thought about it. She wanted to stay. She didn't know if it was a good thing to want. And she wasn't sure if it was a good place to put Jake but...
"I could try." she replied; uncertain if she really would pick up the paintbrush but the idea of being alone wasn't one that she liked right now. She liked the idea of a sleep over. Just...pretending like the day hadn't been a bad one and curling up with a movie or something. Maybe she could actually make it through one here, where it was quieter.
"Max can be loud." she did warn with a little grin. "Vocal...something." she couldn't remember what it was called. "We'll probably hear him still attacking my room when we get there." trying to protect dahlia from the mean paints.
She suddenly worried that maybe he'd gotten into them.