"You could have called," Bridgette pointed out, ignored his look, "But no. You chose to stay at Miles' place and neglect to even mention any of this."
Though her heart swelled with compassion, she said defiantly, "If you're expecting sympathy for you being stupid and staying in the cold in the first place, you're not getting any."
"Besides, I should have known better. What, was I like a passing phase? 'Let's mess with the angel, see Bridgette get all-'" She cut herself off and repressed a deep sigh. Being angry wasn't something that came easily, and it hurt her more anyways.