About as little as you do, I'm sure. [ She cups his jaw with her hand, enjoying the feel of his stubble on her skin. ] I'd mostly rather be with you than be alone. Being alone just feels... overwhelming.

[ It's the best way she can describe it, the way when she's alone, the crushing weight of responsibility seems to settle around her shoulders, the way she thinks and rethinks and overthinks every decision, every minor mistake she might've made, falling down a spiral of terrible what ifs. He keeps her from going down that path. ]