[She takes the cue, stepping in; just far enough for the door to shut behind. It doesn’t feel like—isn’t, this isn’t her house. Aubrey doesn’t live here. The anymore on that thought is hastily scribbled out; it was never true.]

I’ve, ah…

[Aubrey rubs at her arm, a gouge that isn’t there. Short sleeves reveal she’s kept unscathed—miraculously so, considering.

[Well? Be honest. The pause says enough already.]

I could’ve… tried harder to, I guess. [Slow, uneasy neck scratch.] Thought it would take over the house and everything again, but it didn’t, so....

[Christ. She is bad at this.]