Joel reaches for her and she doesn't dodge away, though she seems stuck between running away or moving closer. This is so much more fucked up than she was ready for today, thanks!

She puts a hand to her mouth. A complicated mix of confusion/sorrow/anger (not at him, not this time) works its way across her face as she tries to find words.

"That was…five years ago, Joel," she says. Or thereabouts. Maybe closer to four, but who bothers with exact dates anyways.