[ she furrows her brows, looking down at her hands as she wrings them together. earlier this year, she'd be right there with him on that recommendation, but it never seemed to work out for her. maybe just another opportunity to blame herself, can't even repress properly. ]

It never made me happy. Not even happier. It was only enough to pretend nothing else was there, and I suppose I couldn't quite cut it with that much.

[ she looks back up at him, trying to force a smile. ] I suppose more practice is precisely what I need.