They look up quickly, and wilt a little further at the expression on her face. "Misty. I." They can't lie. That's been the problem all this time: they can't lie to her, but they can't tell the truth, either.

They shudder out a sigh, and pat the couch next to them. "C'mere. If you promise not to call the cops on me, I'll. I'll try to explain."