Sharon reaches up to her head, which is starting to ache, fiercely. "Jesus, Bucky, it's not your fault."

Nothing she's trying to say seems to be making anything but the wrong impact, and she doesn't know if it's because she's saying it wrong or because she's wrong. It's all so twisted up she can hardly find where it all started. "I'm with you. That means I should consider your needs and mine when I make a call. That's what I've been trying to do."

She drops her hand and looks at him, steady. "And I'm not trying to stop you from doing anything. I'm pointing out you have different rules for yourself than you do for me. That's fine; I get it. I know I break easier than you do. I know stuff that would kill me is stuff you can just brush off. I just want you to acknowledge it. That it's different."