"I want to hear about anything and everything that you need to talk about," she answered. If he needed someone to let it all out to and that's all she could ever be to him, then so be it. She could at least help him in that aspect. Give him some outlet. Some way to get it out and off his chest.
"I don't stay at Morningside anymore. I uh... I packed up my things and moved into Mom's old room here at the bar." It felt more like home, even if it was a bit smaller than the apartments. Harvelle's was home. And, if she had her way, she'd have two new tenants who could help her build onto it as well. And, you know... Doc freaking Holliday.
"If you don't want to talk about any of that, I'll still give you a rundown of the kinds of things to expect here. Like this weekend's brand spanking new psychic thoughts that everyone seems to be getting. Trust me, I'm hoping that one ends real quick."
Mainly because he really didn't need to be privy to the kinds of inappropriate thoughts she had about him regularly.