Acknowledging her past makes her insides clench up - for a moment. Then she relaxes, and feels a smidgen better than before. Tangle doesn't know how it feels to let people in when there are times where your brain screams at you that they'll just die on you too, but she... tries. So hard, so kindly, if awkwardly.

"It is scary," she responds honestly, but smiling weakly. These fears can't be overcome by just running away from what she feels. "I feel it in my heart. Every bit of me. I wanna... spend time with you. Like this." A little more of a squeeze. "...close to you."

It'd be hard for anyone else on the beach to really mistake this for anything but what it is huh?