It was a school fight. [ Robby looks up at her now; and if she's giving any blatant cues that this is a very awkward topic, either by the way she speaks or looks (guess the answer), he doesn't seem to recognise them. He's transfixed by this topic, the weight of it not lost on him by his features; not the way he talks, his tongue finding the words. ]

It ruined my life for...months. I didn't have anyone I could talk to, it seemed like everyone blamed me for it--and I knew what I did, you know? But I hated everyone, because no matter what I did, I was always the screw up. I was a mistake.

[ ...truly, there is no floodgate to be found. ]