[He smiles the way she smiles. It's strange to realize, when it's directed at her. Do other people feel like she doesn't care enough about them to really smile? Most of them might be right, but at the same time real smiles take a certain level of energy that she rarely has to give. She wonders what his reason is.

Vanya lets him talk, listening instead of commenting. That's her standard, really: even when she's part of a dialogue, she feels like she may not really be welcome in it. He hasn't made her feel that way, but most people don't; that doesn't stop Vanya from feeling it.]

...Yeah. Yeah, it is. I - when I was a kid, I was the normal one. I mean, I was the ordinary one till a few days before I was brought here, but-- [Neither here nor there. She shrugs a little, back to just slowly destroying her cake.] But it always felt like I was in the way of something more important. And that just started to be...normal, I guess.

[Would she ever have stopped, if Leonard hadn't put it in her head? Would she ever have tried to take that back for herself, or would it have taken someone else to make her realize how much she apologizes? Vanya wishes she had that answer, because her faith in herself is at an all time low.]

I'm trying, though.