Daphne reached out to wrap her fingers around Tracey's hand and the shot glass that she held now empty in it. "You just what?," Daphne asked her. She could assume all she wanted, but Daphne wanted to know what was going through Tracey's head. She wanted her to open up and let it all out. She'd spent so many years bottling everything up and Daphne was well aware of just how horrible a thing that could be. She didn't want to do it to herself anymore and she certainly didn't want Tracey to torment herself either.