[It's likely better, how Petre and Jem are doing it. Celeste has an entire avalanche of secrets coming, ones that could shake them to whatever foundation they've been able to build when they do come out. For now, he's a sort of dream, and she wants to make him real.]

Yes. [It's a nervous little laugh, as she plays with a biscuit more than eating it.] Yes, it's terrifying. I'm this - incredible mess of lies that I've slapped together to convince myself and everyone around me that - I'm not even sure, that I'm normal? Nothing hurt me, nothing will, it's all fine? And I can't say a word of a lie to him, not that sort of lie. Which means he'll find out what a mess is under the mess.

[She looks up from the biscuit, dark eyes searching Jem's.] This all got very personal. I should've had several varieties of tea and biscuit for this, probably tiny sandwiches.