She rolled her eyes, barely managed to wait until he was actually done with his explanation to snap back at him, "I don't fucking care! I didn't ask you if it's been hard, I was trying to tell you that I'd have probably said that anyway! But since, oh, hey, I'm not supposed to know, like hell was I gonna bother! So you know what? That's not the point! At all!"

She brought one hand up, pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried her damnedest to stave off the headache that often came from yelling so much. She knew it was only going to get louder, and therefore worse, from here.

And then he was sorry. And all she could do was look up at him again, cold and distant, just so she wouldn't betray her own feelings of hurt.

"Yeah," she managed quietly - calm, but still angry, "I know. So what do you want me to do about it?"