( Chloe quickly shakes her head as it hangs in shame. ) No, no, that isn't what I meant...

( But this is how it goes. She knows the steps to this dance well. She has been displeasing and so he withdraws. She does not deserve his arm around her. She has hurt him and should have known that she would. She should have thought more before speaking. Or not spoken at all. Or told the lies he would have seen through. At least it would have been a kindness to lie. )

I'm sorry.

( That, too, is a dance she's done many times. Only this time, the moves have changed. No smile follows to insist that everything is just dandy. The subject isn't changed, steered back to him or an innocuous topic of little consequence. Hands going up to cover her face, her whole body turns into his. What physical contact has been taken away Chloe now seeks out tenfold. She doesn't even have the good grace to seem embarrassed about it. )

I'm sorry. I just don't want to be a bother. I'm tired. I'm so tired, and I don't want to bother you. There's something wrong with me. I'm sorry. There's just something very wrong.