She feels an argument bubbling up inside of her, it's from the girl he left behind, the girl who doesn't actually exist. Fight for him that girl whispers. Tell him that's a stupid excuse, a coward's-- She pushes those thoughts away, it's absurd because this isn't real. What she thinks/feels they had is not real.

He withdraws and she pulls her hands back to herself, putting them both in her lap, holding the glass of bourbon and resisting the urge to down the rest of its contents. It comes back to her a little then, when he says what he does. That had been one of his talking points when he left her.

"Yeah," she murmured, eyes looking down at her lap, ignoring that urge to call him out on it because... there's nothing to call him out on, not in reality. The laugh that falls from her lips is more bitter than she intends. "It's like... I want to argue with you about that but I have no right to." Her brow furrows and she drags her teeth over her bottom lip. It makes her think of how she always wants to be around Steve, her 'brother'. How she wants to tell him she loves him, call him, ask him for advice or seek him out when she's unsettled or scared. It's instinctual and suddenly, trying to convince Poe to just let her love him is a part of that instinct.

She ignores in and takes another sip of bourbon and laughs again, a little less bitter. "This is just crazy."