Burrowing against him and letting his embrace give her back some of her missing strength, she murmured, "I don't know. I just feel so... weirdly emotional. I came home and saw the picture of my sisters and just... started crying." She tried to press even closer, ending up half in his lap as her tears slowed to a trickle.

"Did you bring the pickles?" Because she still wanted them, even though she didn't want to let go of him just yet. She wanted so many things at the same time and wasn't sure any of them would be enough. "I'm craving pickles and the thought of Thai food makes me sick." Thai food was usually one of her favorites, but apparently she had both odd cravings and odd aversions.