[She's not sure how she expected this to go. She thought it would be a fight, sure, but she's rapidly approaching that stage where she's running out of ideas. She doesn't know how to deal with this when she's not wound up and shielding herself with anger.]

Then do it.

[Kyna holds her arm out, and even though she's still trying to hold his gaze, there's mounting fear in her eyes.]

You were avoiding me, and it started after the earthquake. We had sex in a fucking closet and now you won't even touch me. Even in that dream, you were— [Deep breath. Get it together.] You were scared and then you shoved me out. It's... It's always going to feel like too much. Right?

[It always feels like too much for her. But what if he just throws this in her face again, too? What if he makes sure she's not going to bleed out and then never speaks to her again?]