It's her turn to watch him, and she does feel a little bad when she sees his reaction, at how he responds.
They hadn't been meant to hurt, but she'd known that they would and had said them anyway, if only because she needed to say them for herself. It makes her feel a little selfish, a little guilty, and that latter one is something that's become far too familiar in the last month.
She wonders if she should apologize, but thinks that might detract from it somehow, and she's not willing to do that.
"Bruce..." She stops, closes her eyes for a moment, because she doesn't actually know where she's going with this. She wishes their relationship were simpler, but then - it wouldn't be them, "Do you even like me?"
That--
She regrets saying that as soon as it's out of her mouth, partly because she's worried the answer might be no. She's just going to stare at the cup in her hands, maybe they can pretend it never happened.
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They hadn't been meant to hurt, but she'd known that they would and had said them anyway, if only because she needed to say them for herself. It makes her feel a little selfish, a little guilty, and that latter one is something that's become far too familiar in the last month.
She wonders if she should apologize, but thinks that might detract from it somehow, and she's not willing to do that.
"Bruce..." She stops, closes her eyes for a moment, because she doesn't actually know where she's going with this. She wishes their relationship were simpler, but then - it wouldn't be them, "Do you even like me?"
That--
She regrets saying that as soon as it's out of her mouth, partly because she's worried the answer might be no. She's just going to stare at the cup in her hands, maybe they can pretend it never happened.