She can't manage to hold his gaze for more than a couple seconds. Man, this is uncomfortable. This is humiliating, more than anything. And York doesn't usually feel embarrassed, so maybe that's why it burns that much more. She just shifts, uncomfortably, shrugging her shoulders and raking her fingers though her hair.

"Look, I don't know if this is about my face, or David, or what, but -- I've moved on, all right? You don't have to try to make me feel better or -- try to give me something you think is gonna comfort me. I've made my peace with it. I don't need anybody's -- I'm fine, all right?"