Vette coughed out a small laugh, because if she was laughing, she wasn't crying or yelling or breaking into a fit of pleading or any one of a million other things she didn't want to be doing right then.

"I was complaining to those girls the other day. Well. Not complaining. Kind of complaining? They wanted to know what Sidon saw in this girl he picked up and I couldn't tell them. I can't tell them. And that's a me problem. It's such a me problem. It's not a problem you're supposed to have. You're too you to have it. Of course you're great, right?" She exhaled. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."