Hope reaches out again, this time less confident, more tentative. Like one of them will shatter into glass if they make contact. It's not hard to tell that something is going on here, but Hope doesn't want to pry for any more information than Natalia's willing to provide.

"Hey. You don't have to pour your heart out to me about it or anything. I'm no good as a guidance counselor. But do you want to keep talking about what's on your mind, or do you want a distraction right now?" More echoes of things they've had to teach themself in late-night scrolling sessions when nobody else had really been able to listen to them. Things they'd hoped one day they could use to help someone.