"You don't have to." Fred gave Dinah a slight smile. She was grateful, but it wasn't the same thing. She didn't take a bite of the tacos; she wanted to on some level, but she couldn't do it. She'd just brought the world down around Dean's shoulders, and she hated herself for it. It wasn't right or fair.
"I think I'd like to go now. I'm sorry. I really am." She nudged the food away and stood. "I didn't...I'm sorry." She needed to go. She wanted to go and hide from the reality of the situation. She also wanted to help fix things; she wanted to show them that she could make things better, too.