In Ellie's mind, that could only mean one thing -- and perhaps she'd expected it, waited for it to happen, but the words were still difficult to hear. They promised more and more difficult things.
She took her time in turning to look at David, expression lingering somewhere between sadness, resignation. Then she stepped forward to take a seat next to him, feeling small and oddly numb. Would he want her to leave right away? Where would she go? The room in Building 5 had been taken up quickly by someone else. Ellie supposed she wouldn't mind sleeping in a cell for once, a quieter corner of things. She could ask Luke to let her sleep in his room, or bunk in the library. The infirmary.
But what will I do, though?
"It's all right," she said softly, after a moment of silent preparation. It was difficult to look David in the eyes, but Ellie managed for at least three words; then she looked down at her hands, allowing them to fidget in her lap. "We don't have to talk. I... I understand. This wasn't supposed to... To go on this long, and... You were sort of. You were forward, saying you didn't..." Want anything serious.
Ellie laughed sadly, under her breath. "I just got distracted, I guess. I... You know. With the murders. Everything. And... Feelings. I'm sorry."