[She lets out a small laugh, amused at his awkward behavior for a brief moment, before the more ebullient nature of her outburst becomes more bereft as it fades out. The lids of Donna's eyes became hooded as she felt an odd distance between the two of them.]

I know I'm just a tiny part of it, maybe even inconsequential. [Pulling back from the hug, she balanced one elbow on his shoulder, resting her hand on the soft leather covering his back. Her other hand cupped his cheek, the pads of her fingers pressing slightly into his skin to force his gaze to be directed at her, not unlike a mother and her child.]

But I still am a part of your life. And you don't owe me anything, I know that ...but it would be nice to hear from you more often.