[ it breaks her heart to see him cry. but not as much as his question does. ]

It -- [ she struggles a second. her own feelings threaten to take front seat, selfish and overwhelming, just for a moment, but she swallows them. ] It ain't about how I feel, is it? What the hell do I know anyway.

[ an exhale. lil reaches to briskly thumb away his tears. ]

You're a mess, hon. Y'ain't gonna be decidin' nothin' tonight.