[Her mouth twitches at the phrase 'wants into something' because it really does just enforce the way she keeps thinking about this - like they've got something stable, something whole, and she's so lonely and selfish she doesn't care.

But look at them. How stable can it really be?

And then he keeps talking and she pushes the thought to the festering darkness at the back of her mind where those (and many other) sentiments have to live.]

And I don't want to hurt you again. I don't want you to be hurt. I just - I know what I did to you was a mistake. I know that. I know what that road looks like, now, I can avoid it. But...

[But she's scared too. Of him saying yes almost as much as him saying no. And if she isn't even going to be given the chance to redeem herself, to prove she can learn from her mistakes and be better, then what the fuck are any of them doing there?

She glances down at the table.]

Just tell me. When you know. Alright?

[And she mentally pencils in being let down gently in a few days.]