[The hug is surprising, but welcomed. She can't remember them hugging so much before--not since she was a little girl.]

Sweetheart, there's nothing you have to be sorry about.

[She smiles and shifts, trying to plant a kiss on Bree's cheek despite the awkward positioning. She might just end up with a nose full of her mother's curls.]

I spent far too long not being honest with you. I want you to ask questions.

[It's easier on her that way. She's not the most forthcoming when it comes to talking about herself.]