"I know," Mabel confirmed without a trace of hurt in her voice, because she had always known and it was okay as long as he stopped pushing her out of his life. The damage between them was precisely the reason she felt so close to Mitch, relating to him on a level she could never allow herself with anybody else. He knew her, all the dark, terrible things that she was and everything she had done and only needed opportunity to do again, and she was always trying to goad and encourage the same out of him even when she was often the one in the line of fire. So maybe he didn't forgive her for it, and he couldn't stand her either. The kiss and the truth that it forcibly unburied didn't erase or correct any of the things they had been arguing about leading up to it. But the complexities were obviously a lot easier for Mabel to accept, not looking for things to make sense when they hadn't for a long time.
Resting her head against Mitch's arm, Mabel quietly watched as her breath formed fog in the crisp winter air, uncertain as always as what to say. They couldn't just go back to ignoring it and continuing on how things were before- not for long. Or at least he couldn't, no matter how badly he wanted. Mitch was somebody who allowed too much of what he was feeling to boil over, he was never a master at suppressing things like her. "So what now?"