Caitlin's smile turns a little warmer, growing with something akin to pride. "Well, it sure sounds like you're doing alright out there, with or without my help," she observes. She certainly didn't facilitate their meeting, or encourage Fraser to open up to someone about the skeletons in his proverbial closet -- he did that all on his own -- but there's something to be proud of in that, too. And that alone feels strange in her mind, like a truth that she's not used to carrying; she's always wanted to be needed, and knowing that she isn't should fill her with jealousy, or even spite.

But it doesn't, and maybe that's the difference between being needed and being wanted.