A hundred different things to yell at him run through her mind, all underscored by how angry she is at him, at the situation, at the fact he's walking away from her. But the anger isn't worth it, it's just something to cover up how much she hurts, and there's no words to fix that.

She doesn't say anything, just watches him walk away, arms wrapped around herself. It occurs to her, almost idly, that this is probably the point where she should break down crying, but she just rubs at her eyes against the threatening tears, then mentally picks herself up and heads to the roof exit.

She's not sure where she's going, just yet, but she doesn't want to be on the street.