[ Her brows come together briefly, the small sign of the blow he's dealt. A denial instantly springs up in her mind and almost makes it out of her mouth, but she presses her lips together tight. How can she deny it? He was right. If he'd been enough, she'd never have done all the the things she did. All the things she continues to do.

Blowing out a sigh, she stares down at her fidgeting fingers, now having her turn at regretting having nothing to occupy her hands. A lot runs through her mind about how to proceed. Should she give up all her other relationships and go all in on him, even if it won't be what it used to be? Select just a few? Don't bother to try anything at all?

She glances up with a weak and lopsided smile. ]

Ahaha. I'd rather not be with a weird little creature, yeah.

[ What a lame joke. She sighs again. Her eyes follow the fading tendrils of vapor. A bit more thinking, then... ]

Don't love me, then.

[ It's settled. She stands, smoothing her skirt before stepping over to him and stopping a few feet away. I'll just find love elsewhere, she assures herself. I can find love elsewhere. Maybe I don't even need it. It all distracts her from the pain of hearing he can't offer her what she could never seem to give up. ]

Just...give me what you can. [ One of her hands is held out, palm up, and she hopes he'll take hold of it. ] I'll take it.