[She doesn't answer him for a few minutes, only letting her hands drop as she figures out what to say next. She doesn't---why did he have to bring it up. Bad enough that she thought about that moment every single day. But here he was...talking about it with her. She didn't---she was happy around him. Why was he doing this now?]

I'm not mad at you. I just---hate that you think about it.

[I think about it enough for four people.]