[ She smile is tired, more than anything, leaning back in to press her forehead against his chest. ]

You know you are. I cannot make you out at all. You would kiss me one minute, but chide me another. You ask me all my thoughts and make me feel listened too - then when I say what I know to be true: that all their stories of your wickedness are false, you tell me not to bother and that I am deluded.

[ Her head turns, yawns widely. ]