Fortunately for Squall the little bugger was a heavy sleeper. He adapted, considering how often he'd had try sleeping through Dante's visits, crashed out on the couch. Quiet talking wasn't about to wake him.

"I fell in. I got everyone hurt by being a shithead. I shoulda just listened to Princess and let Shorty check and everything woulda just gone fine but I had to protest, y'know? I just couldn't listen. And then...everything happened...and the voices..." she trailed off, eyes sliding to the side, her pulse thundering in a mix of upset from the memory of the dark area that had shaken her more than she'd thought, and Squall's own close proximity, so carefully wiping away her tears. Tears that only made her feel more ashamed.

I must seem completely ridiculous right now. All the shouting and playing and being a nuisance and then here I am, sobbing like fuckin' child...I'm sorry. We were just supposed to have a good time..."