Octavia was now trying really hard not to read too far into gestures. Really hard.

"I was told to my face that I make my feelings out to be the most important," she said, steady and even and pretty obviously forcing her voice to be that way. "That me expressing them feels like an attack that needs defending from."

Between that and getting shit for not expressing things made for a tightrope act she was clearly nowhere near mastering.

She looked from one of them to the other.

"And I already feel like I should've kept this to myself, too."