[ She snorts, some mild amusement in it. ] Always the optimist, aren't you? Such a "glass half full" kind of guy.

[ That's clearly a joke on her end. Someone's got to balance out his lack of humor. Not that she should be thinking like that...

A sharp sigh is pushed out through her nose, then she pulls her knees close, clutching her legs tightly. It helps stave off the desire to touch him. The urge is so strong, it physically hurts. Touching was their small bit of normalcy amongst the growing mess piling up around them. But she can't. ]

It's nice to see the ocean, though. Well, an ocean. But I guess it's real enough right now. I'll take it.

[ Beyond that, their reunion is nothing like what she dreamt of. It's not sweet. The atmosphere's heavy. Uncomfortable. She's constantly on the verge of spewing hateful words at him, only to stop herself before she can, letting out quiet huffs instead. While she likes to think she's good at hiding her emotions, her skills are no match for his. In comparison, she's an open book, no empath powers necessary.

Her body tenses up further, which is saying a lot with how tense she already is. He's so annoying. He makes being normal impossible. The worst part? This has done nothing to change how she feels about him. ]

You could've at least said goodbye.

[ She sounds like a petulant child by saying that. She doesn't care. ]