[ Claire is no longer in any control when it comes to her emotions. He might as well be rejecting her. He's not ready, he needs time to think, blah blah blah - excuses. Translated roughly to "tough luck", in her book. Her eyes well with tears, and she has to fight herself to keep from sobbing. Her cheeks are wet in seconds, though, no matter how controlled the rest of her voice is. This hurts. It hurts way too much. ]
Don't try to put some stupid spin on it. Just -- don't, okay?
[ She closes her mouth again for a few minutes, the occasional sniff occurring, and just stares him down. When her lips part again, there are thoughts she can't form, and words that fall dead before birth. What finally comes out is cold, and angry, and harsh. All she's trying to do is cover up the fact that she's in pain, but she can be... very vicious when in self-defense mode. ]
I'll be here if you decide to grow up.
[ She turns quickly to walk away from him, immediately bringing her hand to her mouth and clamping tightly in an effort to stifle a sob. Her shoulders visibly hunch, though, and she thinks she might be shaking. This isn't how she wanted this conversation to go at all. She thought maybe -- but she was wrong. ]