"If I knew, I would've put it on the table." Maybe. Maybe not. If she knew, she probably wouldn't be here. But he doesn't need to know that. And she kind of wants to tell him it'll be a cold damned day in hell before she crooks her finger for someone who pushes his shit off onto her, but he doesn't need to know that either. Because maybe when she's not half-drunk and a little high, she'll change her mind.

Never burn a bridge before you have to, Freelander.

So she walks back over to him and leans down to kiss him. "The island sucks and it still hits me in the gut when I'm not expecting it. For what it's worth, I'm sorry." The bitch of it is, it's true.