She's sitting on the edge of the couch, elbows on her knees and face in her hands, rubbing at her brow tiredly.

She's exhausted and it's making her irrational and she knows it but she can't do anything about it.

"I'm sorry."

She smooths her hands away from her face, eyes falling on that discarded picture sitting on the coffee table. She fingers it absently.

"Tell me more about your friends. If... if you want to."