Her breath catches as Julie unknowingly drives a dagger to the heart of one of her primary worries. "He needs you... I don't think he'll want to see me," she says softly. "I might just make it worse." Her fingers lace themselves together, twisting, locking into place. "B-but I can't just leave... not without looking in on him. Even just once. Just to see! Just to know." To replace the memory of the last time she saw him on that kitchen floor.