She lets him pull her close, the cookies back on the table, and she presses her face to his chest because she just- she can't not cry. She cries because she wishes that this was different, that she'd never been in that situation, that it's facing the fact that she knew what it was like - but she's not upset that she wrote it even now. "I'm sorry you found it." That was the issue. He wasn't supposed to find it unless it got so much worse, but she knew that if she hadn't gotten off that island... she knew what was coming.

But this upset... this upset is so much different then before.

It's so much different because it's coming to terms with what happened, with their relationship, with the best way to handle this; it's not fear because she had no one, because she had no control, no idea what would happen. Both times, before, she didn't know if she'd ever be found. There was no chance to, as Spencer put it, say goodbye; not to her mother, her brother, her friends here - none of it.

This time, she'd had that chance, and there's the bright hurt of having to face it, that she'd nearly stared death in the face yet again, but she'd come to it as an equal instead of a victim, and it changes everything. Everything. "Can we just go sit? And cookies, and stuff?" Pulling in a deep breath, Raleigh looks up at him. She's all red and gross from crying, but it's important to her that they get past it, that things are okay again.