You keep asking me questions with the same answer. You're my friend, John. You care about me. You care about my friend. You're trying to take care of me...in your own way.
[They drift a little closer, leaning towards him again. They'd love to just put a hand in his hair or touch his arm—offer some measure of comfort—but Inanna knows that could be pushing too much now.]
Do you know how many people in my life have really tried to do that? Really tried?
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[They drift a little closer, leaning towards him again. They'd love to just put a hand in his hair or touch his arm—offer some measure of comfort—but Inanna knows that could be pushing too much now.]
Do you know how many people in my life have really tried to do that? Really tried?