She shook her head a little as though to imply not much, but it went on a few moments too long as she felt her throat constrict, and after another moment of pressing her lips into a tight line until she knew she would keep it together, the words, "He doesn't want me," managed to slip out of her mouth.

"He, um." She cleared her throat and tucked her knuckles briefly against her lips then anchored both hands around her water glass.

"Doesn't. Want to be with me. So." She almost giggled, a hollow, laughter-like breath hiccuping out of her and she flashed Jamie a too-bright smile.

"Ain't that a kick in the head?"