[oh, Scott.

she notices that he looks kinda helpless about it, and she smiles a bit.]

You don't have to comfort me or anything. And I don't appreciate how it keeps coming back around to me when I'm trying to talk to you, kid.

[she would playfully nudge or smack him, but she's not sure how sore he really is. so she keeps her hands to herself, tilting her head.]

The point is, we still love each other. And we've moved past all that. It'll be fine, in the end.