She came in the afternoon, and we spent two hours alone, but I never got the nerve to talk to her. She was so nervous, like she wanted me to be happy, so I acted like nothing happened. I noticed I could talk about normal stuff, our fandoms and everything, but I couldn't talk about mom, or my sleepwalking accident the other day, or anything else that felt "real", like the only thought of sharing those things with her felt... wrong, somehow. And she definitely doesn't want to talk about it, she seemed so happy that everything was back to normal.

So, I don't know, I'll just see how things go. I must admit, I never had many friends, when I was a kid I got along well with all my classmates, but the first real friends I got only when I was 22, so I'm quite a disaster at knowing what to do in these cases.