She takes a bite of the corner of the bar, chews it thoroughly and slowly while she thinks. While she tries to be as honest as she can with herself about what the real problem is here - what the real point is she wants to make, to reach.

"Have you ever felt like you weren't good enough for someone you loved?" she asks. It's an earnest question: she has no idea who or how or in what ways he's loved people in his life, and she doesn't want to assume.

"By their estimation, not yours. Have you ever had them decide you weren't worth their time and energy and attention?"