[It's definitely not the right words and it's nearly immediate in her expression just how wrong it was. Something in her drops out at the way he worded that. She swallows, the sting of tears threatening much more now as she feels that tightness in her throat.]
Deal with me? [Her mouth forms a tight line as she tries to just hold it in. She trusts him... she doesn't want to mess that up and lose something else here. She already lost her chance at being the one he knows, being the one that doesn't need this sort of care. She doesn't want to lose this.]
Is that -- is that all this is to you? Something you "look after", something you deal with? [She uses what she heard him tell Sophie when the door was a topic of discussion. Words that still echo loud.]
[Her brow furrows, frustration replacing the hurt. Her lips draw in against her teeth, tongue tracing over them as she tries not to chew on them. She knows she shouldn't get this upset. That she's emotionally compromised after what just happened. That it's just making things worse, but that's all she does to Isaac. Make things worse.]
Do you think that I don't see what you do? [Her mouth turns down, frowning at him as she tries to not get angry.] How well you deal with me? How much you protect me from every single thing? How it makes me feel when the amount of trust I get from you extends out to your friends too? That they lie to my face, just so that how you deal with me doesn't get upset?
That you lie to me? Do you think I don't know you got arrested, that you went to jail? That I do all of this -- [She reaches for the bottle on the counter.] pills, and doctors, and scans, and magical healing -- I do it because Derek doesn't want you to do something stupid on my behalf? That Scott tells me you work for him because you owe him money for lunches that you buy?
Do you think that not only am I sick and broken and wrong -- but that I'm stupid too? [She feels the tears that are making her vision blur a bit, but she's not crying, not yet.]
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Deal with me? [Her mouth forms a tight line as she tries to just hold it in. She trusts him... she doesn't want to mess that up and lose something else here. She already lost her chance at being the one he knows, being the one that doesn't need this sort of care. She doesn't want to lose this.]
Is that -- is that all this is to you? Something you "look after", something you deal with? [She uses what she heard him tell Sophie when the door was a topic of discussion. Words that still echo loud.]
[Her brow furrows, frustration replacing the hurt. Her lips draw in against her teeth, tongue tracing over them as she tries not to chew on them. She knows she shouldn't get this upset. That she's emotionally compromised after what just happened. That it's just making things worse, but that's all she does to Isaac. Make things worse.]
Do you think that I don't see what you do? [Her mouth turns down, frowning at him as she tries to not get angry.] How well you deal with me? How much you protect me from every single thing? How it makes me feel when the amount of trust I get from you extends out to your friends too? That they lie to my face, just so that how you deal with me doesn't get upset?
That you lie to me? Do you think I don't know you got arrested, that you went to jail? That I do all of this -- [She reaches for the bottle on the counter.] pills, and doctors, and scans, and magical healing -- I do it because Derek doesn't want you to do something stupid on my behalf? That Scott tells me you work for him because you owe him money for lunches that you buy?
Do you think that not only am I sick and broken and wrong -- but that I'm stupid too? [She feels the tears that are making her vision blur a bit, but she's not crying, not yet.]