[There's no point to following him to the door. In another situation-- in another world, in the literal sense of that phrase-- it might be different. But there's always something else, and frankly her pride's more than a little wounded by the notion that she's the assured "someday" option. Guaranteed under future circumstances and thus, there's nothing to fight for between them. It's exactly everything she ever wanted to avoid, it's why she held off telling him any of the things he didn't know yet.
But here there's always someone else. Maybe that's what makes the difference; she'd have to be an idiot (and she isn't) not to have noticed that he can have his pick of the women here any time he wants, and he does, and apparently he has.
If will alone could light the path home she'd be well on her way to an impending engagement and divorce, not sitting here waiting to hear the door rattle shut. But the City's never been built on dignity, or saving face. She's known that for longer than he's been here.]
→ if you're offering me diamonds and rust i've already paid
But here there's always someone else. Maybe that's what makes the difference; she'd have to be an idiot (and she isn't) not to have noticed that he can have his pick of the women here any time he wants, and he does, and apparently he has.
If will alone could light the path home she'd be well on her way to an impending engagement and divorce, not sitting here waiting to hear the door rattle shut. But the City's never been built on dignity, or saving face. She's known that for longer than he's been here.]
I'll see you at work.