[It takes a long, quiet moment for her to roll that around into coherence, and as it comes to mean something she just looks... tired. Not angry. Worn through. Her arms fall a little, balanced on her knees, the bracelet slipping to butt against the base of her hand and for a second too brief to really register she wants to fold her hand and let it fall to the floor and tell him how his consolation prize ends, tell him how he's been drunk on her doorstep and disappeared again. But there's no point to being spiteful, particularly when (as far as she can figure) she loses any way you look at it. Something happened with someone else. She doesn't even want to know.]
Why are you here?
[She asks, tight and tired, and the tone says something more like I'd like you to leave now. What she wishes he understood-- something she's never said because to her, it's too obvious to translate into words-- is that she thought they had something. An unspoken commitment on her end isn't enough, would never be enough maybe to elicit anything similar from him, and maybe she's right when she thinks it's hopeless.]
→ if you're offering me diamonds and rust i've already paid
Why are you here?
[She asks, tight and tired, and the tone says something more like I'd like you to leave now. What she wishes he understood-- something she's never said because to her, it's too obvious to translate into words-- is that she thought they had something. An unspoken commitment on her end isn't enough, would never be enough maybe to elicit anything similar from him, and maybe she's right when she thinks it's hopeless.]