Well, she does actually appreciate that. Rather than hollow reassurances that she was fine, really, and it was okay- Sometimes, she just needed (and preferred) the truth. The ruffling is now reminiscent, yes, and so is the way she gives a little squeak in surprise for it probably.

"I'm a predictable bitch, apparently," she says. The use of 'bitch' might be a bit harsh but she does only mean it in the way of lightly making fun of herself. "I still worry about that sometimes, actually," she admits soon after thought to counter-balance it. "Like- I'm my own person, dang it! But if there are other 'me's out there, then- Am I really? Ugh." It makes her head hurt to think about it too much still.

"I guess it's nice though to know regardless though the people who stuck with me then will again. Well. At least you will. I couldn't fault anyone for not sticking around though. I was - and probably still am - a mess."