Look at me, she wants to scream as he tilts his head back and refills his glass, but it dies in her throat like a thousand others like it have before. Instead, the words that come out are even, somehow manage to reign in the hurt she feels even though he'd see that ache if he only looked.

"I was..." The words catch again in her throat, and her gaze drops-- unable to stay focused on the man before her, "I was waiting to-- to see if you were. I thought we might..." Go together, but that dies out, too, because Together is something that they haven't been since her mother passed on.