The anger bubbled up all too easily, quickly and white-hot. Though it probably wasn't what he intended, being shushed only gave her the impression he didn't want to hear what she was saying.

"Don't you shush me. I'm not some child you can lull into forgiveness with quiet words and a caress of the cheek " She snapped, though it was still quiet. Febby stepped backwards, flinching away from his touch, before stepping forwards just as fast to shove him even further away.

"I just want you to be fucking honest with me." She shoved him again, though this time it was half-hearted. Was that so hard? Too much to ask? It seemed like every one of their interactions wound up going in circles somehow. Merlin all she wanted to do was punch him.

Tears of frustration welled up in the corners of her eyes and she wiped at them furiously. That was twice now, and enough was enough. She wasn't going to stand here and listen to him try and placate her, despite his best intentions. His communication skills sucked and she was fucking tired of it. He was either going to give her a real fucking reason or she was gone.