"I don't even know if you want to do this." Lyta finally sat up, leaning against the headboard and tucking her knees under her chin. "I mean... do you? I know I could just take a peek inside and find out, but I won't." She'd done that with Zack. And the bastard had never been able to just come out and say how he felt. He had to play those ridiculous head games and...ugh.

"I know I care about you. And you're probably the most important person in my life right now. But it's been a damn long time since I was with anybody. And... well, like you said. We're trapped in some crazy mental institute. Is there even any point to pursuing anything?" She paused.

"If we both want to pursue something, I mean."

God, why was this so hard all of a sudden?