She had been trying to tell him what was going on for a while before she had finally said she couldn't do this. She had repeated herself endlessly to try to get him to understand.. and yet when she had finally come to saying it in plain english, it had come as a shock. It was that shock that made her falter, it was the brokenness on his features that had made her lose her resolve.
She waited half a heartbeat, but when she didn't feel him coming any closer, she rose, moved through her penthouse and down the elevator went. Faster than the stairs so that she was only half a heartbeat behind him. Long enough for him to get into his car, long enough for him to lean the seat back and light a cigarette.
She hadn't wanted to leave the safety of her apartment, because she was afraid of spreading what she couldn't control further and further. Suddenly, that hadn't mattered anymore. The passenger door opened, locked or not, and she slipped in. She wasn't going to abandon him. A flickering hesitation of thought, then she moved, to straddle his lap in the driver's seat. It wasn't to seduce him, it was to pin him. To keep him from flinging open the door and leaving.
"You don't understand." She said plainly, not mocking, but explaining, and using words he did so often. "I was trying to tell you... but.. in the end, I didn't give you a choice, I made it for you. That's not fair."
Her fingers lift taking his cigarette and drawing a deep breath from it, but in her hand it's a clove cig. and from her lips the sweet potent smoke escapes, but when she gives it back it's just a cigarette again.
"I care about you, you're my friend, I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to go."
Contradiction, maybe, but she needed him to know that. "Do you understand that? Do you believe me?"