She initially sways away from him as he opens his arms, watching him as if she doubts the gesture. It's just to lull her, to get her to shut up. The hunger for it wins out, though. She sniffs and sets her own glass down and tucks herself, feeling tiny and childish, into his embrace.

The words are a little harder to swallow. She's terrified of seeing her mom, and she just won't know Sofia and Jay and-- She snorts at mention of Kevin. Kevin never actually fucking cared.

"Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do," she mutters, pressing her face into his shirt. He's at least getting a little snotty in retaliation for this whole, stupid thing. "And stop pretending that you know what I want."