[ There's a little hum of acknowledgment. It's... nice, to be thought about, even if the reason causing it isn't nice at all. It's a hard thing to express, and a harder thing to talk about — it's too much to tell anyone. Even Jaime only has bits and pieces. Easier to let it go. ]

I'm kinda the same way, actually. I always wind up moving around a lot. Between that and yo-yoing, most of the time I never finish unpacking. I still don't know what I'm gonna do with any of Rua's stuff, either. [ That's a name he's never heard before — but she shrugs, tugging another plate off the conveyor, pressing on. ] It can get hard to trust that things will be stable this time. Yeah?