"Yeah," she calls out in response, though she doesn't move from the couch. Coop will find her, she's sure of that, and she tries to get herself to move, tries to do something with herself because the thought of anyone seeing her like this should be scary. This isn't her. She's not the type to fall apart. She's always put together, she's always exactly who people need her to be and this is a side she doesn't let others see because it looks weak.

April is not weak.

But she also can't bring herself to get up from the couch. She runs one hand clumsily through her hair, untangling knots, smoothing it back from her face, but she's sure it doesn't make a difference.

"You didn't have to come," she says when she sees movement. "But thank you."