[Isaac isn't quite sure how comfortable he is with this conversation, so he shifts a little to swing his feet off of the bed, sitting on the edge with his fingers tight against the sheers.]

I don't know her. I don't know anything about what she did or what she went through. [There's a little pause.] But I'm pretty sure that comparing the two of us isn't going to work out for you.

[His eyes fall to the floor for a moment, and it's cold against Isaac's toes, but he curls hem against it anyway before moving to stand.]

I'm getting a glass of waver. Do you want one?