Bella's face fell into a scowl at his comment, and she rushed to wipe away any stray tears. It was a tug of war between emotion and dignity; she wanted to cry and let her emotions out, yet she didn't want him to think any less of her because of it. Tact was not a strength of his—but his honesty, in some odd, convoluted way, was better than empty words of comfort.
"Jamie MacFusty's wart," she echoed, rolling her eyes. "I can't believe my life's come to this." Her scowl faded into a soft smile, but it left her face just as quickly; no matter how hard she tried, it seemed finding any real, true amusement was impossible in her current state. Bella sniffled and tried to straighten herself out. "Strength is subjective, anyways," she murmured. "I'm stronger than I once was, but I haven't perfected the art of stoicism. Not like you have," She threw a pointed, accusatory glance in his direction.
"Jamie MacFusty's wart," she echoed, rolling her eyes. "I can't believe my life's come to this." Her scowl faded into a soft smile, but it left her face just as quickly; no matter how hard she tried, it seemed finding any real, true amusement was impossible in her current state. Bella sniffled and tried to straighten herself out. "Strength is subjective, anyways," she murmured. "I'm stronger than I once was, but I haven't perfected the art of stoicism. Not like you have," She threw a pointed, accusatory glance in his direction.

— MJ is MAGICAL —