*gets to her feet quickly (the alternative, with you standing, leaves her feeling outnumbered and outgunned, somehow)*
*hurriedly wipes away hot tears—angrily, too, even if she's mostly angry at herself (stupid girl, crying over a storyline that ended weeks ago)* You're the one who left. I can only be responsible for me, not for anybody else. You never asked me for something I can deliver. I could only love you. To Mandos with your ideas about my happiness, Elliott. Maybe you're just too good for me. Like I said.