[He knows her too well. The sewing supplies don't really need to be inventoried, but it's easy to do and it keeps her from thinking about -- much else, really. A way of filling time when she doesn't want to dwell on something.

She sighs quietly and closes her eyes, scrunching her nose just a bit when he pokes her forehead. For a long time, she can't answer, which is probably all the answer Scott needs. Eventually, she answers,] It's okay. 'Cause you're here now.

[She opens her eyes and reaches up with both hands, cupping his cheeks and gazing into his familiar glasses with a sad little smile.] It just... hurt a lot. Thinking about you being gone. I don't... I don't want to be here if you're not here.

[Has she said that to him before? Maybe, maybe not, but it's something she's been thinking about for a long time.]