Reclaimed. The word struck a chord in her. Not in a bad way, mind, but in a way that she noticed. Pondering of the meaning of that, wondering if it was simply ... a word ... she brushed the thoughts away.
Did it matter? He was here, and ... there wasn't anything in the way now. She felt a brief pang at that thought before she pushed it aside. No, that bridge was well and truly burned. There was simply no coming back from that. Maybe she'd known that on some level - hadn't that been the one thing that would drop all hope from between them?
So, let it be done, then. He wasn't the boy she remembered. He was ... different. Too different. She was sorry it had gone the way it had, sorry she'd hurt him, but he'd hurt her, too.
Shaking off her thoughts, she leaned her head against Pete's shoulder, closing her eyes slowly. "Thank you. For coming. I'm not sure I've said that already ..."