[Webby's touch does have her looking up, holding her gaze for a moment.]

I don't...I don't know what to think anymore, Webbs. I wasn't...I wasn't made for this. [She gestures at the space between them.] Even when I was trying to make my own identity, I never thought wanting or needing friends would factor into it. And if this was something that was already a part of me, all the more that I don't know who or what I am at all.

[With another sigh, she takes Webby's hand again, bringing it away from her face to hold in both of her own hands.]

And I'm not saying it's bad. Being friends with you is the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm just...confused. Sometimes, I'm still not sure what I'm doing. And I'm trying, but...I still need to figure some things out.

...I want to do better. To be better. And sometimes, I'm gonna need your help. But there are times when I also need to do things on my own. So I can learn more about who I am...and who I want to be. And I just...I just need you to be patient with me, at times like that. [She hesitates, glancing away again.]

Can...Can you do that? Can you wait for me?