Karen would be gone before he got back. She was at the house, already paid for for the first three months. Thankfully, it was somewhat furnished, the house just needed to be tidied and such. She did that quickly, then moved things around to her liking (unless it was too heavy.) By the time she was done, she was sitting out on her porch with a cup of tea, exhaustion and sadness etched upon her face. Why was it he took it so... damn personal? She did know what she was capable of, what she shouldn't do, et cetera... She didn't want to fight either.

Why couldn't he let her ASK him for help when she needed to instead of making her accept it when she was alright? It wasn't about rejecting him, it was about trying to keep herself from falling into insanity.