Listening to her few choice words hurt him more than anything. She didn't say anything, make any reference to what he said, nothing. He felt like he was talking to someone who just wouldn't listen to him. He knew she hurt, he understood it, he got in more than she knew. After she kissed Lysander he went to the library and read up on her future. He knew what he did to her back at home, he had a small inking he knew what she was feeling for him now.
"Well... I'm glad for you about that," he said awkwardly. God, he felt stupid. He should have known this was a bad idea and he wouldn't get anything out of her. Maybe he really was a failure as a friend if he couldn't help her. Or at least get something from her, some feedback. Anything, but no.
He really did sigh this time, and put his head in his hands. "I'm not asking you to open up to me. But the thing that's shitty is I did open up to you, I've always been honest with you. I didn't hold things back. But you do. You always have. Maybe that's part of the problem. Not only with us, but with you. You're not invincible Rox. You don't have to be a rock, you don't always have to be put together. So stop trying to be."
He finished his beer, turning to look her dead in the eyes. "Look, I'm going back to my room. I'm tired. I've been mulling over what to say to you for weeks and apparently I should have just let it go. But I'm giving you an open invitation here. Once I leave, my door for the rest of the night will remain unlocked. I would really like you to come. We don't have to do anything, we can just watch movies, have some drinks, or just sleep. Anything you want. But I don't want you to think you have to be a martyr anymore. You don't have to be alone. And the truth of the matter is I miss having you around. Don't tell me yes or no right now. Actually, for once, don't say anything. Just mull it over for a bit."
He gave her a small smile and turned around, walking straight out the door and not looking back. By now it was very late afternoon. Her set had taken a while and their conversation and silences almost longer. He hoped she would come, he almost wanted to go back and tell her she didn't have an option. But he didn't. This had to be her terms. He got to his room and unlocked it, walking into the bathroom and undressing before stepping into a warm shower. He waited, even if it was in vain.