I just wish I could do something about all this shit. I wish I could do something for you.

[ As if getting up and stirring would actually do anything. Cassandra cringes, fighting back the urge to leave. She likes to present some sort of stability to this kid, but she really has very little of it...that, and she’s probably a bit too emotional to present as any sort of proper role model.

When she looks back to him and sees his face, she still can’t stop herself from saying: ] You know you can tell me anything. I want to know.