"Yes...no." Fred smiled weakly, reaching over to open the containers and make everything readily available. She wasn't sure she was all that hungry now. It felt like she was breaking up with him again, and she knew that wasn't the case. She was doing her best, dammit.
"I've been thinking I should get out of your hair." Her hand lifted. "I can't hide anymore; even with Sam being not so soulless anymore, I'm always gonna be in possible trouble. Helping people, especially the way Angel Investigations helps people, will always keep me in danger. I can't just stay here like some lost princess in a tower. I'm not a princess.
"I wish I could stay here, let you bring me food and water, but that's not fair to either of us. You're a great guy, and you deserve to be happy without some weirdo amnesiac stuck in your extra bedroom. Well, I'm not really an amnesiac anymore, weird still but I remember things." Her smile grew sadder if that were possible. She remembered it all.
"You shouldn't have to take care of me, certainly not when I'm able to take care of myself. I'll always owe you so much for looking after me when you found me, and for keeping me safe. You really are a knight in pin striped armor." She laughed softly. "I guess I'm asking if you'll be okay, and if you'll let me go out on my own without too much of a fight." It was definitely feeling like a break up, and she tried not to think of the way her eyes stung, as if she were about to cry.