[ There are a few seconds where the question doesn't quite make a connection to Ramir, and she stares at him with a trace of puzzlement. But no, there's really just the one thing he could mean, isn't there? She still remembers it had been raining in Oska during that talk, and they stood out in it anyway. Like the idiots they've really always been.

Confusion fades into something a little more grim as she pieces together her answer. ]

I didn't think I meant it; I meant it.

[ It's going to need more than that. But that question, and all the memories and thoughts it stirs, somehow even more than just the sight of Jason alone, are painful. Tears spring accordingly to the corners of her eyes, but she doesn't break her gaze. ]

You broke my fucking heart, Jason. [ It's not an accusation, just a fact. For now. Her emotions have always ruled her, she's just gotten a little better at evening them out. ] You ask me if I meant it? I meant it for as long as I could. But when I saw you standing there, and ducking out the fucking side exit --

[ None of that will mean anything to him, she knows that. Wrong Jason. And when she makes herself stop, a few tears take their cue to spill over. She finally turns her head away, and in a lower, quieter voice: ] Yeah, I meant it.