[she pulls her hand away - not rudely or roughly, just. she's fidgety. this is a lot of vulnerability she can't afford, can't stand most of the time. it's not easy. she picks at her knuckles, leg jittering, bouncing.]

I don't want to give him space. You give him space and he'll fucking run as far as he can and never come back. [can't let him, I know what he wants to do, I won't let him]

... Yeah. We argued. We do that a lot, though.