[ She barely resists the urge to snap at how cheap that is, coming from him, but she does. Even if she has to literally bite her tongue to do it.

Despite herself, she leans into him and tries to calm herself down a little, but her breathing is shaky. ]

...I’m not proud of what I did. But everyone always seems to think—

[ She swallows thickly. ]

Everyone always thinks the fucking worst of me.

[ Not that she does anything to help that. Not that she lets herself show so much as a hint of the mountain of regret she feels to anyone else. ]