[Her eyes lower again and away, following the cracks in the pavement for a short bit; at a loss of whether she should just leave that as it is. Of course he wouldn't let her simply apologize and accept it, not when for some reason he feels that he deserved her anger, however mistaken it was. It'd be easier if he would, but...]
...There is one more reason I sought to speak with you... I would hear your decision now, if you have it.
[She hates uncertainty, she hates not knowing what she's to do with herself(as if it wasn't apparent enough already). She hates this "are they" or "aren't they" that doesn't settle well in any way at all, so even if in the worse case he ends everything, at least it will be set out clear and definite before her]