Now that? That earns her slowly turning toward him, pointing a jelly coated knife in his direction. A glob winds up falling right off and landing on the old laminate floor, and she glances down at it sadly. She'll get that later. You know, when she can move properly again.

"You love my sandwiches as much as you love me," she teasingly points out, before turning back to finish making the second sandwich. She doesn't speak again until she's finished. But instead of going right back to him she stays in place, holding on to the edge of the countertop.

"I want to know what you're thinking. What you're feeling. I need to know that my getting hurt isn't going to make you think I'm not safe with you."

They've become so hopelessly entangled with one another that her life is completely with him. She doesn't know where she ends and he begins anymore. The thought of him pulling away even slightly is terrifying to her. And after waking up alone in bed twice now, she's very concerned he might be planning something that he thinks is for her own good.