It should be obvious. Elsa quirks her head. "Oh, well, I mean. I'm pregnant with twins. A single mom. Not to mention I'm almost seven years older than her." The therapist lifts her eyebrows, and Elsa looks away, chewing on her lip. "I feel like she should be pursuing other people – more appropriate people. People who won't hurt her. I want her to be happy."
"So what will you do now?"
At that, Elsa finally smiles. It's not a happy one – more resigned than anything. "I'm going to be there for her. As a friend."