Cissie’s expression shifts from surprise to a grimace, and she pushes her hair back, awkwardly playing with it while she watches Steph, a bit anxiously. “...Sorry. I’m still making a mess of this. But... Just because you can’t go back and change it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t suck, or that you aren’t still hurt by it. You’re allowed to have your feelings about it all. It was important to you. And not fair.”