That doesn't make any sense. [The words rip out of her. It's only after she speaks that a distant part of her realizes she hadn't been breathing.]
If we're stuck together, then we can't choose to end things. And if we're not stuck together, then that whole Stockhome thing is stupid! It's a total contradiction!
[Frustrated, she grabs a stone and hurls it at the bench (not him). It bounces off the back and flies towards the water, disturbing the ducks. She takes a shuddering breath, trying to marshall her words, her thoughts, around her, and if he tries to interrupt her, she will punch him.]
I don't always like you. Especially right now. You can be really, really awful. And you can be okay. [It's been a long, agonizing 10 months, but if there's anything she has finally learned here, it's that people are complicated. The world isn't as simple as "good" and "bad."] You can kinda be nice.
I'm not "stuck" with you. [She'd felt that way once, like the City kept throwing them together and she didn't have a choice in the matter. But she hasn't felt that way in awhile, not since that night when they looked up at the stars and kissed under the mistletoe.] I'm not trying to make the best out of a sucky situation.
There are things I like about you and things I don't. [How they balance out now, whether tonight has tipped the scales towards "end this," she's not yet sure. But this idea that her feelings are a delusion, just some kind of twisted coping mechanism... she wants to nip that in the bud right now.]
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If we're stuck together, then we can't choose to end things. And if we're not stuck together, then that whole Stockhome thing is stupid! It's a total contradiction!
[Frustrated, she grabs a stone and hurls it at the bench (not him). It bounces off the back and flies towards the water, disturbing the ducks. She takes a shuddering breath, trying to marshall her words, her thoughts, around her, and if he tries to interrupt her, she will punch him.]
I don't always like you. Especially right now. You can be really, really awful. And you can be okay. [It's been a long, agonizing 10 months, but if there's anything she has finally learned here, it's that people are complicated. The world isn't as simple as "good" and "bad."] You can kinda be nice.
I'm not "stuck" with you. [She'd felt that way once, like the City kept throwing them together and she didn't have a choice in the matter. But she hasn't felt that way in awhile, not since that night when they looked up at the stars and kissed under the mistletoe.] I'm not trying to make the best out of a sucky situation.
There are things I like about you and things I don't. [How they balance out now, whether tonight has tipped the scales towards "end this," she's not yet sure. But this idea that her feelings are a delusion, just some kind of twisted coping mechanism... she wants to nip that in the bud right now.]