[ A part of her thought this would be a movie moment, where he'd say the right thing and things would be okay, that he'd say she was worth the risk (even if that was an unfair expectation this early in their... fling) But instead his words sting.

She pulls her hand from his, standing and looking at him--] 'Most of you'... So 'most of you' thinks we're a bad idea. So I only make a little part of you happy then? Why would you listen to that small part of you? [ She runs her hands over her face, wincing when she hits the gash.]