"Yeah, and don't get me wrong, I'd love to see them again," she says honestly, because sometimes she thinks she'd do just about anything to have them back. Even if it means bringing them here, taking them away from the things they want to have, she'd do it. She's selfish enough to do something like that and only feel a little bit guilty. Talking about that, it puts her a little more at ease somehow, because it's totally easy to tell him she'd stay here just to be around him. "But I mean something like what you had. I don't have an amazing career that I love to go back to, you know? It was just... Kansas, and that's totally fine, it's not like I feel sorry for myself that I didn't have that. I was only sixteen the last time I was there."

And then she's cutting into her own meal, taking a bite of the chicken when he continues speaking and she pauses in the midst of chewing, her gaze flicking up from her plate to his face. Chances are he probably just means Danny and Carla Jean, the friends she's made on the island who are here now, and he'd be completely right about that. But her chest and her throat feel tight, because maybe that isn't what he means. Maybe he's talking about himself and she's suddenly wildly hopeful that she's not the only one who feels completely nervous and ridiculous right now.

"Yeah?" she asks after she manages to swallow, like she expects him to tell her more about it.