[ Cassandra's expression shifts. She's a bit hurt- it wouldn't take whatever's going on right now to change that. But, of course, she says something she shouldn't. ]

I don't want you to. Fuck. [ What an awful thing to admit. ] What I mean is, I wish you were more comfortable, but- I can't change it, can I.

[ She looks away, obviously guilty. ]

You can go, yeah. I don't want to make you feel worse, either. I'm sorry, Martin, this is bullshit.