[Silco took another bite from the food on his plate, chewing slowly as he continued to observe her across the table. The fact that she wouldn't make eye contact with him or even crawl into his lap or sit on the table right in front of him told him a completely different story about her quiet little declaration.]

We both know that's not possible. Sometimes you care too much so it overwhelms you. [He paused to let that sink in as he took another bite and chewed.] And because you care, you overanalyze everything that you do in how it will be interpreted. You spent a childhood measuring yourself up to your sister. You're so much more than the girl you were, and if you think no one of that past will care for you as you are, then I will care for you my share and theirs.