His question caught her off guard, and she lowered her arms. She should have felt exposed, standing in front of him like that, no posturing, no armor, no snide comments or sly smiles. Was that an option? If she said yes, would he allow that? Now that it was out between them, could they really go back as though nothing had happened?
"No," she said without meaning to, not sure if she was answering his question, or her own. Telling him she loved him had been a mistake, one she had definitely never intended to make. But taking it back? That would have been an even bigger one, and she knew it. If she wanted him to keep her around, she couldn't keep hurting him the way she had. She wondered how he'd spent the past week. He clearly hadn't been in as bad a shape as she had been, so maybe it hadn't hurt him as badly as she'd feared.
She rolled her eyes and sighed loudly, taking a few steps towards the bedroom. "You coming or what?" she called over her shoulder before stepping into the room. She moved to his closet, pawing through it absently until she found a nice, nondescript t-shirt. She pulled it over her head, careful not to let it touch the blood that had clotted in the cuts on her hand.