She frowns at the smile, not understanding why he's giving it to her. Not understanding how she got in this situation to begin with. She's angry, she's enraged, but the comforting emptiness calls to her too. Because she knows that when she stops being angry, it'll hurt all over again.

"We don't have any little secrets," she snaps, except she doesn't exactly want him broadcasting her little episode around there. "How do you stand it? How can you do that to yourself?"