Alexandria's lips were pressed firmly together as she looked up at her brother. She hated that note in his voice possibly more than he did. If he were anyone else, it wouldn't have worked. It was a manipulation, whether he intended it to be or not. It played on her emotions, her love and sense of loyalty toward her brother, and that sound did not erase the fact that there'd just been a punch-up in her apartment involving her brother and her best friend.
When Adam joined them, and she looked at him, it felt like her ribs were closing around her heart. She could feel prickling behind her eyes. This, too was a manipulation, though definitely unintentional. Again, though, it didn't matter. It was a lure, a draw to stay, and she could not begin to envision how the rest of this meal would play out. She didn't want to leave because they didn't want her to leave -- but she certainly didn't want to stay, either.
She took a breath.
"I'm sorry," she told them both. "This was a bad idea."
She slipped out of Jamie's hands by simply ducking -- he wasn't holding her that tightly. When she spoke, her voice lacked any vitriol; it just sounded strained and tired.
"I just want to go. It's fine. I just want to take a walk to clear my head. I'll give you each a call later. You guys can stay if you want, or take your burgers. Whatever you want."