[ It's minute, the slow inhale and resulting exhale. But it's something, a little gesture that seems to bring her off the edge of– well, whatever had been there before. Rage, maybe. Arthur wouldn't blame her if she wanted to scream it all out.

It'd be temporary catharsis at least. ]

One step at a time.

[ That's the best way to handle an enormous crisis, isn't it? Break it down to the sum of its parts and deal with them individually. Then it becomes less of a mountain to run up, leveling out to something more manageable. ]

I'm not gonna tell you how to do things, but here's where I'd start– meet people, talk to them. You've got good instincts, yeah? Sort out the shit from the rest. It's not gonna make the sleeping with people any easier, but you'll have a better idea of your options. Not all intimacy is about touching or stripping down to your skin.