[Once again, she doesn't know what to say. Honestly, she's not sure if he's really looking for any sort of comfort here or just answering her questions truthfully, but he's being so open that she feels almost guilty for shutting down on him. She sets her bowl on the table, then links her arm through his.]
Are things any better? Or were they before you got dumped here?
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Are things any better? Or were they before you got dumped here?