"It'll make things harder for Fabrice," she said quietly, rolling her shoulders up into a shrug. "I.... I mean, I don't want things to be harder for him. But- I mean, I'm grateful. And-"

She just stopped, then, sucking in a breath.

He really, really didn't need to hear her complain about her lack of a social life. "And it's over," she finishes. "That's the important thing, that besides him writing something? It's over." Right? That was the important thing? It was. It had to be.

"We're like- You and I, we're friends. Like, good friends, right?" She doesn't exactly know why, but she expects him to be honest. like he'll tell her, if she's wrong.