When he actually physically pulled away from her, Anne swallowed. He was so sure of her inconstancy. So sure whatever he was like around these other people was enough to make her shut him out, when she'd already let him so far in. That hurt. It hurt more than she expected, even with a very rational voice in the back of her mind telling her that he just didn't know her yet, not really--it still hurt. She let him go, and stood standing on the white expanse of kitchen tile, abruptly, unexpectedly, irrevocably alone. "...Alright." Piper would find Anne's determination was not a passing thing, but she did not fight. She would not go against the tide. It was not in her nature. She changed things not by struggle, but by patience.