Astoria stilled when he took her by the shoulders, making her face him. She was angry. Extremely angry ... and guilty. She could at least admit that to herself, but her face gave nothing away. Her eyes were cold and hard. She refused to open the door on her guilt. She knew she should have went back with her and she hadn't. She'd been safe and Lyssy had died. It had taken her months to close that door and just because Clint Warrington thought he could abandon her and saunter back into her life whenever he felt like it didn't mean she was going to open that door again. She wasn't going to face what she knew was behind it. Clint, Daphne, Her mother, they could all just go right to hell.
"It's Astoria," he responded, correcting him when he used the old nickname. He didn't get that right anymore. He didn't get anything anymore. Her voice was even when she spoke again, giving away nothing in regards to how much his presence was actually affecting her. "I locked you away with Lyssy a long time ago and I'm not going to let it out. You're wasting your time, Warrington. Focus on Daphne. She needs you more than I do."
She didn't reach up to remove his hands, knowing that he would only remove them when he wanted to. She'd given Daphne what she wanted. She'd let him talk and it didn't change anything. He'd still left and she was still blocking it out.