Of course, the whole disability thing would make control a bit of a trigger; Mia supposed she could understand that, but she hadn't meant to bring the mood down with the comment. It also made that last bit from Trina a jarring contrast. Her brain struggled to switch gears from thoughts of feeling helpless or out of control with one's disability to enjoying taking control in the bedroom. As the thought settled in her, she couldn't help wondering just how deep that preference went. It wasn't her thing, though she didn't judge others who enjoyed it.
As the ice cream and supplies came flying from the kitchen, Mia became overwhelmed with the desperate need to say something, to not drag it out when she was realizing that her choice wasn't as difficult as she'd come into this date thinking it would be. "Trina, wait." She stood up, holding a hand out toward her without touching her.
"I don't... I think you're amazing. You're gorgeous and vibrant and so much fun, but this... I just don't think I'm feeling it on that level. I think, maybe, we could be great friends, someday if not right away, and I'm so sorry. I never wanted to lead you on." Her heart just wasn't in it, and now that she'd realized it, she couldn't let it drag on. It would be doing them both a disservice.