Cassie looked down and honestly felt badly. Cissie was just trying to be a good friend -- the kind of friend that Cassie has failed to be for her -- and here she is ignoring it. She pressed her lips together again. She can't just say what's wrong. She's not even sure she knows what's wrong...or if what's wrong is actually wrong or she just thinks it is...

"We don't have to go back to the others right away, though," she said and sat back down. She took Cissie's hand in her own. "Is there anything... maybe you want to talk about?"