[ Gwen sits beside Amy on the sofa, hands warmed on her own cup of tea, knees turned toward her so she can really listen. A small quiver of a smile, feeling the effect of Amy's tenderness between them. ]

I have two younger brothers. I love them, but-- I always wanted an older sister, growing up.

[ Gwen shakes her head quickly, at the question. ]

I promise it's okay. Whatever you're comfortable sharing, I'm happy to listen.