She hates being so... so needy. Hates the cold fear that twists in her gut that he might go away again because she should be stronger than that. She needs to be. She can't depend on anyone but herself and she knows that, yet this brittle feeling remains. She would go on, yes, but she cannot help but think that she would go on broken.

She blinks rapidly a few times to try and get rid of the traces of tears, smiling at him a little.

"Wow, I'm really killing the mood here."