"I should clean it up, it's my fault." She said sadly, hesitating before standing up. She could sense something she'd said had upset him, but she didn't know exactly what it was. Standing behind him, she put her hands on his shoulders, rubbing them slowly.
"I have three options." She said, carefully. "You, Scott, or running away and putting all this behind me, going home." Sometimes she wondered if that'd be best - avoid hurting anyone. But she didn't want to leave either of them. It was selfish, but she couldn't help it. "There's positives and negatives on both sides. Just remember that."