Rosie nods and sips her tea, inwardly relieved that it hadn't been as easy as she'd assumed--easier for him than it's felt for her at times, certainly, but not simple. It's rude to be comforted by that, but she is.

"I don't think it's a revelation," she says slowly, choosing her words as carefully as she can. It won't be enough, but she tries. "But I'm not sure if it's the person, either. I don't know where that leaves me."