[It's funny, Junna thinks. How... she can feel better trying to be there for Lisa. Feel better getting to stay with her like this. She shifts -- makes it easier for Lisa to rest her head on her shoulder. And there's a little, slightly electric sigh at the feeling of Lisa's head on her shoulder and putting her arms around Lisa.

She shakes her head.] ...I get that. I'll feel like I always pick the wrong thing. Like I should have thought it through more, somehow, and it all went wrong. And... it doesn't go away easily. But please believe me when I say you're doing a lot that's right.

[She quiets a little, and her eyes look down at Lisa -- she sees that she's not meeting her eyes. But she takes her hand, her fingers squeezing.]

I know what you mean. Not living alone. But... [She leans her head down, resting against Lisa's.] ...you're not alone. I'm not alone.