Isn't that just what people do with their trusted friends, she thinks. Talking to each other, knowing there wouldn't be judgement. The idea of a pure stranger for it? Her skin would rather crawl off her bones.

"If you're already inclined to explain."

The smile on her lips is courteous, but surface level. If it sounds as unsettling as dealing with one's mental health, all she has to do is be polite and slip the pamphlet back to him at some point.