Fred stopped and turned to look at him. Her head tilted slightly. He didn't understand. Then again, she may not have been explaining it right.
"I did do it for me. I got in this trouble for me, and I got out of it. Thinking that you'd be there for me gave me strength to say 'no.' If you think that's an addiction..." She shook her head.
"I thought you'd support me, not this. I really like you, Jake, but I learned long ago, the trouble I get in unless it's slipping to another dimension is usually my fault. I had hoped you'd just hug me and tell me I can do better. Not yell at me and tell me I should have done better. I never wanted to let you down. You or anyone else, but even I do some really stupid things." She stood at the elevator, waiting for it to come up.
"I'm sorry. I...wanted to tell you, thought you'd understand or at least see that I am trying to fix things. You were the person I thought of telling, of getting a hand from, an arm to support, or just to hold. Just to tell me that I'm human, I'm allowed to fuck up." She was crying again. She pushed the button, wishing the elevator would come faster.