I'm being a child about having to help someone who's invited herself into my head? I understand that you're accustomed to others pressing themselves on your mind, but that hardly means I don't have a right to my own thoughts and feelings. Or lack thereof.

[ Huff. Our friendship is different and you know it. ] I'm not a simpleton, of course I know they're there. And while you are condemning me for my methods and praising me for helping Sean in the same breath, you can answer whether I'm being childish or I simply know my own feelings well enough to be sure I can't be what she needs me to be.