He doesn't pull away, which is more than she had hoped for. In his hands, she doesn't feel quite so off, so strange. He probably had her in his mind the way she was before it all. He probably had held them up so high in his mind that she's not sure she can attain that perfection he seemed to see in them. Sweeps and sweeps, is she even that person anymore?

"I can clean the wall. Start fresh. Just charcoal and fruit paints and things."