As Victoria thought about how to answer that question, she looked from her reflection to Kinsay’s fingers playing with her necklace, to her own hands wringing themselves near her stomach.

“I…I wouldn’t say it’s a MILLION small things, but it’s a bunch of them. And random emotions! And emotions that don’t even make sense! Like out of nowhere just THINGS,” which wasn’t specific at all, but V didn’t know if she wanted to share the super specific things with Kinsey or not. She didn’t know Kinsay that well, and so she simply sighed a little as she looked back at her reflection. “I’m assuming at your old age that it doesn’t get any better. Right?” and cue a pout. Kinsay was like 18 right? 17? Whatever.

Whatever age Kinsay was, it was old and properly adult almost.