Somehow... now that he wasn't touching her, she felt worse. She felt more alone. It was awful.. She didn't want things to swallow her up, and she was trying really hard to be good for him. Manda flicked her eyes to the floor for a moment, then looked back up at him.
"I'm not depressed," she restated, probably trying to convince herself. Manda looked at the chicken that he'd noticed, then discarded. "We can go to the store. Maybe you'll have to make me something with that chicken sometime?"