Yeah... it's easy to do. In the moment, it feels like you're doing something. And later, it can go off the rails. [It's a timely reminder that Lisa gets it. They're a lot alike in some important ways, some good and some bad. It's what drew them together in the first place. She smiles back.

But it fades a little as Lisa says it wasn't her fault. That she forgives her. Junna hesitates for a second. It helps to hear that -- even as inwardly, she's frustrated with herself for not learning that lesson yet. She squeezes Lisa's hand back. Maybe it'll take longer for her to really internalize things. She can't rush getting better, her therapist says.]

I... I understand. It's just--I guess I still feel responsible. I'm working on it. [She hesitates though. She wants to argue, instinctively, that Lisa isn't at fault. And Junna doesn't think she is. But, she wasn't able to calm down, and she wants to do better. Junna can't dismiss that. She listens, but when Lisa starts to sound upset, she takes a step closer. She squeezes her hand.

Her voice is quiet. Gentle.] Lisa. Look at me. [This hurts to see. Seeing Lisa be scared of hurting her, being scared that she can't trust herself.] It's okay to be scared. It's okay to be unsure of yourself. To worry it'll happen again. To be scared you'll hurt me. But you're not just your worst moments. You're so much more.

[It's what she said earlier, but it's worth repeating. She takes Lisa's hand and lifts it, so Lisa is holding her cheek.] There's no one I trust more to hold me. No one I want more to hold me.