And then he started talking again, and ruined it all. Because every time he spoke, it was a reminder of what had to happen, and she hated it. So it was time to be done with it.
As Hermod tugged on her hand, Bast yanked it away. "No!"
Backing up, she shook her head. "You're not listening to me! We're not working anything out. We're breaking up. I can't do this anymore. I can't!"
That was it. Blouse unbuttons, underpants missing, crying, whatever, she didn't have time to get herself together. She needed to leave, right now, before she could be pulled into his orbit again. Because touching him, being near him at all, was her kryptonite.
"I'm sorry," she said, tears streaming down her face. "I'm really sorry."