She closed her eyes with regret when she heard him walk away from her and muddle around in the kitchen. Her fingers tightened on the scarf as she waited, knowingly, for the scathing words that would follow that respite, for there was little doubt that there was far more venom that had burst forth from him waiting to burst forth.

His sarcasm in reference to the match was enough for her to let the woollen scarf slip from her fingers onto the couch as if the material itself had burnt her. He wouldn't stop until he had ridiculed her, it seemed, and her back stiffened at the cruel laugh that emerged from him. It was so unlike the man she had known, but then again, she had always somehow suspected that this darker reality existed in him as it did in everyone. And she, in her foolish madness, had provoked it unlike any probably had in the past. She had hurt him, and she could only sense that the bitterness that spilled forth came from the recesses of a man that had never given of himself in such capacity only to feel such utter rejection.

If his effort was to embarrass her, he had succeeded. If it was to hurt her, the sting in her eyes was enough evidence to that. If it was to drive her away, however, he yet had far to go.

"What I can't figure out, Dupree," he added in the trappings of an afterthought, "is why you'd descend from your castle to muck about with someone as common as me. You had to know I'd not be groveling at your feet. And don't give me some blather about apologizing for being frigid. I won't buy it. Not when I gave of myself fully and completely."

Pausing as she let his words sink in, the last line striking her as the cruellest reminder for her past actions, she finally turned. Her gaze was hesitant as it found his own, and her fingers tightened on the back of the couch before she was walking toward him. She came to a stop a few steps from him, almost awkwardly, at some indiscriminate look she had caught in his eyes. Pressing a hand to her temple, she bit her lip before managing to offer, "I moved out, you know. A month ago."

Nodding as if to confirm this statement, she gave a light shrug of her shoulders, her gaze drifting to the floor as she spoke, "I'm staying with a friend. It's temporary.. until I find my own place."

Glancing at him then, she murmured his name before finding the air dissipate from her lungs. Closing her eyes, she found her pulse quicken before the words slid from her lips in a rushed breath, "I deserve nothing from you- I don't, but for what it's worth, I am here to apologize. I thought you deserved that, for what it's worth, even if you couldn't care."

It was with that much-awaited confession, that she turned on her heel and made her departure, her hand already turning the doorknob to leave.