"And you think that I don't maybe want that too? That I wouldn't like a night out with someone that I don't really give a shit about to just... Not give a shit?" Hope scoffed a bit. "I mean that would be a bit idea sometimes but if I did that, especially if I didn't even bother to try and not rub it in your face, then you'd be telling me how hurt you are by it and how I've violated your trust but I can't be a little upset with you for it? How is that right?"
Hope exhaled a laugh, more like a scoff, and shook her head. "You're telling me to back off, Wesley!" And just to make her point, she repeated what he'd just said. "I'm not ready. I'm still hurt. You're in danger of becoming a rebound." She held a hand out. "What else am I supposed to take from that?"