“Yes, it does, Mal. It feels exactly like this. But when you’re used to not having it, when you’ve gone so long without it, security feels like…” she trails off, and I turn to look at her. I can tell she felt it, too. When it became clear that she was in love with Nic, she must have felt this same panic, doubt, and fear. “It feels all wrong,” she finishes. “Like something you should run from instead of run to, but you can’t keep running, Mal.”