The joys of being stubborn, right? Add that to having a great inability of admitting when you're wrong or in over your head and, wow, did that make for great situations. It wasn't that she could never take advice, because she could... it was just that more often than not she needed to be shoved into it. She couldn't help it, not really, even if she knew it tended to drive the people she knew crazy -- which was why Nate being as stubborn as she was worked for and against her. On the one hand? Yeah, she appreciated it. On the other... dear God, did it drive her crazy. And, yeah, most of the time he did know what she was talking about but that meant admitting she was wrong and no.
At his look, she couldn't help but shift uncomfortably as she closed the door behind them. She hated when people worried about her, which happened way more often than she thought it should, but... ergh. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, her smile fell just a bit, though she somehow managed to keep it there. She pressed her lips together and brushed her hair back as she looked over at him.
... yeah, this was going to be harder to admit than she thought.
Chewing on her lip lightly, she tugged him down so they were sitting on a couch, shrugging her shoulders just a bit. "I... I'm not sure," she said after a moment. He had to jump right to the point, didn't he? She had almost been hoping he wouldn't do that, but honestly, she should have known better. And, on top of that, she couldn't stand that look, since typically it meant saying things she wasn't quite ready to admit to yet. "Which sounds like a copout answer, but..." A pause. "It's complicated. Do you remember that huge audition I went on a few months ago?"