"Apparently not," Jaime said. She stood in the doorway, one arm curled around her middle, the other held up in front of her as she studied the berry as if it held the answers to the universe. "I mean," she began before she swallowed. "If the man who'll fuck anything won't take you to his bed? What does that say?" The fact that she didn't want to be in Jayne's bed was irrelevant. The fact that she was the one who'd changed her mind when he'd been perfectly willing was also irrelevant. The fact was, Jayne didn't really want her around unless she was putting out, right?
She snorted at his comment. "Friends," she echoed, a bitter edge to the words. That's all they'd ever be, wasn't it? Just friends. Which was ... fine, right? Wasn't that what she'd wanted? She didn't want a relationship with him. She just wanted to be able to fixate on him, to fantasize about him, and ... that was it.
But after everything had been stirred up, it was like she was right back there. The early days at the school, or back before that, at the lab.
She kept her back to him, twirling the berry by the stem. "Do you know what it was about? That ... ... that post? Recording. Whatever. Do you know?"