Proud? How could she expect him to be proud of an accomplishment of hers he didn't even know she needed to do? How could he be proud of her doing something for all the wrong reasons? He'd known addicts, saw what they went through, their little successes and their monsterous failures.
He was still stuck on how they'd spent time together, sometimes intimately, and she never ONCE mentioned that she'd had a problem in the past. She hadn't trusted him enough to tell him while she still had the problem. How could he trust that she would tell him if...when...she slipped up?
He watched her head for the elevator with his chest feeling like it was scratched up on the inside. He wasn't talking from the hurt and not the head. He knew that. It was probably best that she left him alone right now, but he had one thing to offer her.
"Fred." Disappointment warred with hurt on his face as he shook his head. "You don't do things like this for anyone but yourself. It's just swapping one addiction for another otherwise."