It was mewling and pathetic, and it was the very first thing out of her mouth - nothing like what she should be saying, what she came here to say. She held tighter, not really even sure why she said it. He wasn't going anywhere. She was sitting on his lap, and he was clearly not inclined to move. It felt like some ghost of her had spoken through her mouth, a creature born from the intersection of the two sets of memories inside her head now. No, it didn't make sense, not even to Evey, except that it did, except that it was the most desperate plea inside her, regardless of logic or reason.
And it was wholly unreasonable. He thought she loved someone else. And she did, that was the horrible thing about all of this. She really did. It was that reminder that made her lift her head. She grit her teeth and pushed back the stinging at the back of her eyes and breathed. Delicately, she pressed against his shoulders, pressed to move him away from her. She couldn't be here.
"Please," she said quietly, trying to sound like she was in control of herself when she felt anything but. "Please, won't you join me in the living room? I don't mind waiting." And, before she could curl herself back around him like she desperately wanted, she made herself stand and forced her feet out the bathroom door into the hallway. She pulled the door closed behind her with a gentle click, then squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath to keep from making a sound.