It was strange how getting the fight she was looking for was a little less fulfilling than she had hoped. Maybe it was his new found maturity or how she knew she didn't really have an argument other than the ones she wasn't sure she wanted to make, or maybe it was just that it hurt more than she had realized. Whatever the case, she frowned at him and was silent for a moment after he had finished, as if she might not reply at all.

"You said you'd never leave," she responded finally, quietly. Hayley dropped her gaze for a moment, then looked up at him again. "Then you left. You didn't say anything. You just disappeared and now you're.."

She gestured at him in a vague way, her expression becoming more and more neutral as she continued, her tone more apathetic. "You look like Clark." A beat. "I don't even care about that, but you look.."

Hayley shook her head in order to prevent her feelings from leaking through again. "We're still friends, okay? I'm not your best friend anymore, but.. we can hang out and go on missions and whatever you want. Just don't expect me to come to you for advice or to be braiding each other's hair at a sleepover."