"A place to escape to would be nice," she agreed with a nod of her head, chewing at her lower lip as she listened to him speaking. "I mean, it's not- I'm not used to having people around who actually give a shit as to what kind of day I'm having." She didn't look at John; she was supposed to share this stuff, right? To tell her friends at least a fraction of what she was feeling. She'd already told a lot of people (in her mind) a lot of things. But some people - like John - deserved for her not to be closed off. Especially since he risked his neck to break her out of jail. To keep her safe, and then as a result ended up getting hurt. "As long as Jean wouldn't mind me crashing there occasionally?"
She watched him for a few long moments as he apologised for how he'd spoken to her in the hospital. She shook her head, "No- you- don't have to apologise, John. I- Everything you said- I deserved it. I still do- I don't understand why everyone's trying to be so nice to me. If I were in your position-" She shook her head again, "I get that it's hard to understand, you know? If you don't- if you've never felt the way that I do- uh- did. It's not- I mean, it-"
She looked at the contents of her own cup before she took a sip and hissed in a breath. Fuck. "You really don't have to apologise. I needed to hear that stuff. I just- I don't know, I still- I'm still not okay. But I guess I'm trying? And that's something. I mean- I-" she looked away, at the door, the window, anywhere but at John. "Thank you for apologising, even though it's unnecessary. I should have thought more about you, and the few others that my decision affected, instead of thinking about myself, too."