"And then suddenly I feel tears in my eyes. I bring up to cover my face and when I speak, my voice is all high-pitched and wobbly. "I feel like shirt." "Oh, Charlie." Tori puts down her crisps and pulls me into a hug, running one hand over my back. "It's okay." I shake my head into her shoulder, trying not to get tears all over her dressing gown. "It's not okay... it's really not okay..." She lets me cry into her shoulder for a few minutes before she speaks again. "I think you need to talk to him.""I don't know what to say," I whisper. "Just something. Anything." "He hates me." "That's untrue." "He's angry." "That's temporary." "I don't know what to say." "It doesn't matter what you say," she says. "You just have to say something.""