Raleigh wrinkles her nose. "He's just... he's very nice, but he's got about as much personality as that chair over there." She's just being honest - she'd spent most of dinner trying to just pull out of him what he even liked, and she sighs, before she tells him... she tells him about Richard. About what happened.

He says she's not broken, and she sort of- she hesitates, and it's a struggle, to find the words. "I don't think I'm... okay, the way I should be," she says quietly. "What happened before, it happened a lot... faster. I got better, faster. When Fabrice- he... he broke his nose, and I- He was bleeding, and I just-" She finally looks back at him. "You're the only person I've let see me have- I just- I lose it, and I can't-"

She can't put together the right sentence, and she just sort of stares back down on the floor.

"Is it bad that I just... sort of want to go out with guys that I know nothing will ever happen, just because it's actually fun and I know we're at least friends?"

She said it quietly, because it was something other than what she was just talking about, it was something other than what she tried to say and just failed, that she was worried about herself, that she didn't even want to admit it to him because that would mean she wasn't okay.