...and there went the comfort of the shell. She couldn't understand the look on his face, if only because it didn't make any sense, given that she thought he'd made it pretty clear that they were going to be the kind of friends that teased and chided one another and that was all.
Then his words...felt like a slap in the face. She felt the loss of his arm first and then when he stepped away, she couldn't even look at him. "Why do you even care...?" she murmured, suddenly finding the ground beneath her feet very interesting. "I thought we were just gonna be friends," she added, looking up at him again with effort.
She took a deep breath and looked away again, shaking her head and pinching the bridge of her nose. "Whatever, I let myself get in too deep, what else is new? It's not even you," she said more to herself than to him, dropping her hand away from her face again. "I saw more than there really is and that's my own fault. You'd think I'd learn," she added with a roll of her eyes directed at herself.
With a sigh, she looked back up at Dean. "You don't have to be sorry." Love means never having to say you're sorry, she thought to herself, even though the cinematic quote really didn't fit the situation at all.