"Thanks," she said distractedly as she brushed past him, her hands curled into fists at her sides.

Standing in the middle of his living room, she lifted her hands and tucked her hair neatly behind her ears, her lips pressed into a thin, nervous line.

"What are we doing, Chuck?" She blurted, squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin defiantly, in a weak attempt to look in command of herself, and not like she was two seconds away from screaming in frustration. "I think you should tell me what you want, instead of making me guess, because it's starting to drive me out of my fucking mind."