[If anyone let Vanya do only what she wanted, she'd never see people. She'd withdraw into her own space and never come out again, even when the loneliness became overwhelming. Not knowing what's best for herself is just...what she's good at.

So he doesn't push, and he's willing to let it drop, and all Vanya wants to do is run because he's nice, and he's trying to help, and every instinct tells her she should refuse - either because she'll be a burden to him, someone who clearly has plenty else going for him, or because he'll hurt her, one way or another.

She finally pulls her hands out from under her legs, wrapping them around her coffee again.]

I'm not. Comfortable, I mean, but it's not - the last time I tried to practice was at home, and it - it just. It went badly.

[It went so well at first, it was amazingly gratifying to have Leonard standing with her, to use her power and control it, even in a small burst, and to have him celebrate with her. But then he'd gone, and the panic had started to wrap its cold, gnarled hands around her throat, and then Allison--

No. She doesn't want to remember that.]

I'm sorry.

[She says it automatically, and only belatedly remembers she's supposed to think twice about that. It makes her stomach twist.]