[Erica moves to get some aspirin from the cabinet and a glass of water, following him to the bedroom after him. She sets the glass on the small bedside table and sits on her side of the bed, even if she's not going to be sleeping there tonight. Her hand holds out the two pills.]
I want to talk about it, but I don't really know ... how to talk about it. I mean, there are things that I don't remember and I'm sure things you don't remember... but I know somehow stories could line up. If it was... [She looks at him.] If it was you that put the knife in my hand. [Her hand still shakes outwardly at him, gesturing for him to take the pills, because even if she's looking for answers, she's not going to be a jerk about his headache.]
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[Isaac just nods at that and moves toward the bedroom, his shoulders sagging a little in exhaustion. It still feels like too much to handle right now
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I want to talk about it, but I don't really know ... how to talk about it. I mean, there are things that I don't remember and I'm sure things you don't remember... but I know somehow stories could line up. If it was... [She looks at him.] If it was you that put the knife in my hand. [Her hand still shakes outwardly at him, gesturing for him to take the pills, because even if she's looking for answers, she's not going to be a jerk about his headache.]