She doesn't mind the bluntness. In all honesty, most of the time, she actually appreciates that sort of thing. Especially after her father's death... she'd gotten so sick of the adults in her life, whether it was at school or the counseling Douglas had nudged her into signing up for, tip-toeing around her like she was a bomb about to go off, spouting out saccharinely-sweet comforts and naiively-optimistic bits of self-help advice that could have come out of a vending machine of Standard Comforting Responses for a quarter as far as Heather was concerned.

Blunt was honest.

Heather likes it when people respect her enough to be honest with her.

Because she's had it up to HERE with getting verbally patted on the head by well-meaning but clueless people.

So when Cooper sums it all up in one word, at first she cringes, because god dammit... she hates that word. She hates how true it is. But, because she's an honest person at heart under all the artful dodging, she nods.

"Yeah."