"I don't hate you," she said into her hands. "I don't hate you," she said against, hands dropping down, "I'm mad as hell at you, you have all these who know, even if you were dying and you had me defend you?"
"I never hated him," she told him, she sighed, "I just....needed someone to push my guilt out on and my boss wanted you, so I was trying to deliver. How could you just not tell me..."