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She could tell it was him, and she faced him neutrally as he approached.  She hadn't really thought out how this talk was going to go, but she was tired of this weird awkward whatever the hell was happening.

This is stupid.  We need to talk.  She started in right off the bat, blunt and straightforward.  She knew from experience he wouldn't want to upset her and therefore wouldn't start the hard conversations.  That had always been her job.

I've been trying to explore by myself and I suck at it.  I want you to help me not to suck at it.  She said, tilting her head a bit so she could tune into any reaction he might have.  I don't care if you aren't planning on leaving, neither am I, but I want to be better at it.

She stopped there, and listened.  Would he be upset by it, or need a reason?  She didn't feel like she needed one, and she didn't really even have one anymore.  Just in case, maybe? Or just to be able to say she could?  Either way... he was going to help her, because he was Fig, and that's what he did.