He nodded, biting his lip. He knew full well, and would have even if she hadn’t said so, that she didn’t give a fuck how any of this affected Andrew. And on some level, he felt even worse, using her affection for him to his advantage when she was already hurting. It wasn’t intentional, or meant to be cruel, but the fact was that he knew very well that the only reason she agreed was because he’d asked. “I understand. Thank you,” he murmured quietly.
There was nothing else he could really say then. There was still a lot that needed said, a lot of questions he’d have to answer for her, things they needed to sort out, but it could wait. It would have to wait. Still, he hesitated a moment, started to say something. “Ginger, I...” and he faltered. He what? He was sorry. He still cared for her. He was glad she was alive, that she had a second chance. But right now, for Ginger, no matter how much he meant them, the words were only words, and not welcome ones. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. Then he turned without saying anything, and started walking again.