Meg pulled away from him with a suddenness that sent her staggering against the opposite wall of the elevator. The glare she turned on him was icy and her teeth clenched. He didn't need her? That's what he'd said. He didn't need her. Well that was fine, she didn't need him either. Except that she did. She couldn't lie to herself about that, now that she'd found herself here despite her efforts to stay away. She did need him. She wasn't even sure how to express how much she needed him. She knew that running out on him would bite her on the ass. Clearly he'd had time to rethink his little confession, and this was the result.
"You don't need me?" she asked coldly. Her stance was aggressive, her feet shoulder width apart and her hands on the thin rail that ran around the interior of the elevator, keeping her steady. The door dinged open on his floor and she, quite literally, threw herself out of it, storming off towards his door, her gate making her zigzag ever so slightly as she walked. She didn't know where else to go, in reality. She thought maybe she'd just clean herself up and go home, but she was so tired.
This was all her fault, and she knew it, but she could be mad at him if she wanted.