[ Of course, that makes sense. He obviously wouldn't be bringing her handmade treats if he were upset with her performance. That's another thing to pick apart in therapy if she ever decides to go again. It's a big if these days thanks to the secret she can't share.

La'an takes the plate and moves to sit on the couch, leaving a cushion between her and Chris and setting the plate in that space. It's a barrier of sorts, flimsy as it is, but it's what she needs at this moment. Trust only goes so far when being vulnerable isn't something you're at all comfortable with. Part of her wants to run from this, which is ridiculous because she doesn't run from anything, but this is... It's too much. ]

Are you here for an explanation then? Because that's... [ She wraps her hands around her own mug, trying to find some comfort in its warmth. ] It's not an easy thing to give. My life has recently become rather complicated.