Wrong, indeed. "Wasn't sure what I'd th-- Oh, bullshit. Because yeah, I would have probably told you that. That you're an idiot for dating her. That it's gonna be stupidly hard and drama-filled and just a whole other mess of problems that you probably don't need! But you know something? I wouldn't have fucking stopped you. I'm not gonna fucking stop you."

She looked at him for a long moment, trying to calm down. Trying to steady her breathing. It wasn't working, not one goddamned bit. She was shaking with anger. And those fingers against her shoulder were familiar enough - caring enough - to make her hesitate, just long enough...

But she pulled away from him, glaring hard. White hot and icy cold at the exact same time. She was done screaming, though, and her next words were quiet, but pointed and intense. Still angry. "As for making me think I'm not important? Yeah. You maybe kind of did that anyway by not saying a goddamn thing." She paused, but she didn't look away. Her expression didn't change. "But I guess I shouldn't care, huh? So it doesn't matter."