She doesn't know how much she wants to tell him right now, but when Sarah rubs her thumb over the edge of her glass, she realizes that she needs to explain some things to him. Maybe she doesn't need to, but she wants to. "When I was seventeen the first time around, there was a man who came for me. I won't lie and say that you don't bear a certain resemblance to him," she admits, steady as she can be. "And I don't regret the time with him and I don't regret it with you, but Cook, tell me you understand that I don't know what to do with that now."