Gods, this is just unacceptably pitiful behavior. She wipes her face, a few impatient swipes with the heel of her hand, then curls her fist beneath her chin. "Thanks." Uncurling her fist, she gives Eliot a pat. "I might take you up on that." The getting some space part, anyway. She's not so sure about talking about it in any more detail than she just did.

Well. It's not like she can play the 'I don't remember' card on this one. She remembers everything. That, as per frigging usual, is the problem.

"What about you?" she asks, slinging her arm around him. It seems like the thing to do. "What godsbloodyawful trip were you treated to?"