She had seen his dream, but it's not what she's thinking of right now. Cash is more upset about her own death than she expected to be, but the loss of Gloss is an open wound ten times worse. As far as she's concerned, it doesn't matter how well people understand or how many friends surround her, she will always be alone.

The hug is unexpected and she tolerates it for a second before stiffening under his touch and pushing away. She's less rough this time, but only because she breaks from the hug easily. It's too much closeness to have with anyone at the moment. "Stop. Doing. That." She waves a hand at him, and then at herself. "Your space. My space." Her voice breaks on the last word. Feeling defeated, she sighs. "Nothing is going be be okay."