You can cry all you want. I have big shoulders. April, you never have to worry about talking to me, about anything. You don't ever have to apologize. I have seen too much - you won't freak me out, I promise. Nothing about you could.
I'll tell you what - I'll come over, and we'll go out. A movie or dinner or a museum, or even an art store. You could pick up some new drawing supplies. Or we could stay in and order pizza or something. Something so you're not alone, and I'm not alone, and we're not alone, together. What do you say?