Quirking an eyebrow at him, she took a couple more steps toward him. "Clearly we aren't fine or you wouldn't look like a scared little bunny rabbit looking for his exit route." She breathed out a sigh. Win didn't know where his head was at, which was highly unusual, but she did know they were not on the same page. Hell she wasn't even sure they were in the same book. They were normally word for word, same ideas, even without speaking, but this, this was so far askew from normal she didn't even know how to truly ask what it was that he needed from her.

"What, what do you want from me?" His last answer to this question hadn't been very helpful. He'd wanted her to live; she had. She wanted to keep living a life that satisfied her, instead of suffocating her. He wanted to the same. Certainly he had to understand that. It seemed so clear to her.