"Oh, I think I'm being completely selfish in explaining," Sookie admits with a wince, sighing softly through her lips, fingers weaving momentarily through her hair before she remembers that she's put it up today, intricately whorled, trying all she can to make herself more appropriate to the period. Efforts that she wouldn't have gone to, could she have foreseen all of this. There's a second's pause before she elaborates. "Because it's hard, I— I really had my heart set on moving on, and when I met you, it seemed like everything was coming perfectly together. You're so sweet, I thought we got along great, I was getting all excited again in a way that I hadn't since, since my ex."

She hopes, suddenly, that it doesn't feel like she's just trying to bend backwards in letting him down easily, hopes that all her words don't come across as insincere or trying too hard. Sookie never wanted to be a flake like this. Never wanted to start anything while feeling so unsure. But she's done that here, and the guilt and frustration alike are hard to swallow.

"But yeah, sorry. I shouldn't." She cuts herself off, pressing her fingers to her lips and shaking her head, heart beating too hard in the moment, and the tears threaten all over again. "I do want to be friends. And if that takes a while, I more than understand, I just don't want... to miss out on what I think could still be a great friendship."