Jonah listened. That was all he could do. If Celia had come here just to go over the same conversation again he wasn't prepared to talk at all. If she'd come here to make amends then maybe, just maybe, they could work out something but at the moment she was going over old ground and Jonah really wasn't interested. Sipping on his water - he'd forgotten the coffee for now - what she was saying did make sense to him. But he had no idea why she had wanted to make the effort to come over here and say it.
"Okay..." he said, when she'd paused, not really knowing what to say next. "And now I'm supposed to say I understand, that I forgive you for treating me like a douche, pat you on the head and swear we're all friends again, right?"
He wasn't really in the mood to play nice, and his bitterness was showing. He rubbed his knee, trying to stop it aching, then sighed a little.