[Lars, pls... your spooky face is kind of hard to read. Relax.

When Sadie sees his hand, she blinks kind of dumbly at it, and then her eyebrows lift into her fringe as realization dawns on her. Her cheeks pinken, and she glances up at him. She glances off to the side, simultaneously reaching out her hand—it goes through Lars's, but the gesture is still soothing. And unlike before fully transforming, it doesn't hurt. That in and of itself is a nice reward. Even if it's not really touching him, it's a lot closer...]

Still pretty rotten, actually. But I feel less sticky, at least, and they gave me something for the pain.

—Um, Lars... I'm sorry I got mad at you, earlier... I shouldn't have gotten so frazzled. I was frustrated because I wanted you to stick around, but I knew that wasn't the responsible thing to do.

[She can only admit as much because Lars has extended the olive branch, so to speak. Sadie wishes she wasn't so aware of the fluttery twisting of her guts.]

All I wanted was someone I trust to be around, I guess. I was feeling vulnerable, so I was probably being kinda silly...