[Nana recognizes that distant look. She knows that distant look; she's seen it on herself before, imagined it as the look on her face. She hesitates, in the face of that, her eyes drifting away from his.

She swallows.

A part of her wants to scream that she's not the person he should ask. That she doesn't know how to find and define the line between who she is and who she's afraid she'll become, to keep everyone safe.

But he's asking, and Nana doesn't know how to -- and doesn't want to -- turn him away.]

It's hard to maintain that balance, GV. You... you have to find a way to fit both into your life. To know when to turn one side off, and let yourself be who you need to be.

I wish I could say it's easy, but... it's not.