She tilted her head a little, looking at him. "Want me to yell at you? Curse you, scream that it's all your fault? Cutler killed me. Yeah, because he wanted to screw you over every which way, but he came up with that plan, he sent his guys after me. His choices. Not yours. But, you know, I can yell if you want. Punch you even. If it would make you feel better." It wouldn't make her any less dead though, so why would it really help either of them?
Alex wondered if he'd seen right through her lie. It was annoying with him, for someone who sometimes really sucked at people skills, he could often read her so fucking well, it was infuriating.
Her first instinct was to back track, to deny things, to evade. But hadn't she been going on at him about being honest with her? So Alex took a long and unneeded sigh. "Things were in the vague process of changing," she eventually said, staring at the floor for a moment before looking back up at him. "Don't think either of us really knew what was going on or going to go on or anything, but there was stuff and we were going to talk about it and then.... then He happened. And he enjoyed flaunting it in my face that whatever had been changing was really and truly stopped."
She didn't know for sure if it was just words he was using, but she appreciated it anyway, appreciated how vehemently he spoke them. "Good. Because really, can you imagine me fading anywhere? Way too weird a concept."