Lulu giggled, shaking her head. The funniness wasn't lost on her, of course -- she would've been laughing at herself, if she wasn't too busy over-thinking all of it.
"I dunno," she told Marcus honestly.
His laundry list of potential causes only served to remind her of how silly the real one had actually been, considering the fact that she'd been in love. The end of her relationship had been one of those things: something that had made a lot of sense while it was happening, but less and less as time went on. Lulu wasn't the sort of person to take things back very easily, though; in the end the finality of her separation from Jon had come from the same stupid pride that had kept her from calling her parents during the Outbreak in London. They'd been arguing the week before, and she'd felt too silly, and the "infection" had looked like an overblown hoax from across the sea.
"He didn't pay enough attention to me," she said at last. "So I reckon that's a hoop. Too quiet, he was, and I didn't mind -- but he stole away all the time, and he moved too far from the city."