"You know I don't believe in idealism," she said with a ghost of a smile on her face. Gladly, Emma took the wine. "That's wonderfully useful." After a sip, she took a deep breath. "I don't know what to do about it. I'm angry at him for leaving like that. And it would seem so bloody... weak to say something now." Vulnerability and Emma Frost were not friends. "Waiting him out seems petty and wouldn't help matters." She might have been rambling. She certainly felt like she was. "And it isn't as though I have claim over him." A pause. "I wish I could take away these dreams. I don't think I'd care... at least not as much."
She rotated her shoulders and felt more than a little foolish. But since she was with Jean, it didn't matter. "And before you say it, yes, I know I'm stubborn."