She stood there, unmoving, as she tried to read his face. She felt drained, and vaguely nauseous, as the images of her dreams flashed behind her burning eyes with every blink. She found herself wondering how much more there was that he hadn't told her. But there were no tears. No shouts. No pointing fingers.
"Don't apologize to me unless you mean it," she said coolly, "Otherwise, I can't trust you."