Her leg seemed to twitch the longer they spoke, the ball of her foot pressing rapidly against the floor to cause her knee to rise and fall rapidly. She hated this conversation, she hated the idea of having let him down. Her head swam with a variety of responses to that - a part of her wanted to throw herself against him and break down from the inner fears she held, another part wanted to throw him out of the room and lock herself away forever. It was completely conflicting.

All she could manage was to look up with the slightest of tears beginning to well up in her eyes.