"I don't want them." Her voice came out soft and a little hoarse. Part of her did want them, just like part of her missed home and her friends and her parents.

She looked at Peter, her expression trapped somewhere between panic and despair. Liz could feel the turmoil swirling in her chest.

"I don't want them." As if repeating herself would take away the doubt. "I just want there to be you and me and this place and - and no Max or Tess or Liz or - or" She threw up her hands out in front of her in a vague gesture because she didn't know what she was saying, but at the same time thought she was being clear and she just didn't know.

Her lips pressed together as they struggled not to frown and did a bad job at it.

"I'm just. I'm just tired of feeling like I'm just here, you know? Like, I got shot, so Max saved me. And then I was this person who knew this secret no one else knew and knowing it was fine, but then there were FBI agents at our school and I helped with that and then I got kidnapped and, fine. Sure. Then other aliens who are not as nice. And then Tess shows up. And then Max from the future. And every time I'm supposed to just - just be okay with everything and go along with it and help and be dependable Liz. But then I came here and I met you - I've never met anyone like you before. And you're - you're - well I've never had anyone make me feel the way I feel when I'm with you and I thought maybe here I'd just be able to be me, you know? Liz Parker. And the only thing I wanted to deal with was some homework and meeting people and being your girlfriend."

Somehow she felt a little lighter after saying all that, but she was also surprised because she hadn't meant to say most, if any, of that."