[They sit there, mutually mortified. He hastens to fix things, but the words sound fake. Pitying. Mocking. Ryder doesn't realize how withdrawn her body language has become until a sharp pain makes her realize that she's split her nail a little too far down for comfort with her teeth. Shit, it's bleeding... Not enough to matter, but it's just another thing to make this the best night ever. She tucks her thumb inside her fist and wraps her arms around herself.]

Nn --

["No" what? Just what is she protesting or disagreeing with? That he doesn't hope she enjoys it? He'd have to really hate her already, if he didn't want that much. But...maybe he's decided that it isn't worth it.]

Ss... S -- fuck.

[She'd say it until it proved she was capable of not stumbling over every fucking word, but someone would notice, and it'd be another person looking at her and wishing she'd vanish the same way her voice did. Fuck, her thumb hurts. Who allowed such little, nothing injuries to sting so bad?]

...Y-you don't -- hav-have -- to --

[The words stick again, possibly clinging to her tonsils for dear life, because it was a cruel world out there, please please let them stay at home. Ryder gives into the imaginary plea to instead grab her glass and quickly down the rest of it. Oof, it was sweet and all, as far as things go, but still not a good move. Just...work!]

I won't m-mma -- mmm-m. M-motherfucker. Make y-you, um. Um. ...Talk. To me, anymore. God, shit. [Don't CRY, you bitch! You've made this awkward enough! Exhale. Not sure when the inhale happened, but exhale. Phew. Good, doing good. Just another sentence...maybe. She hopes it's just a sentence. That'll take long enough as it is.] If you'll -- you -- you could just, um. W- Ugh, w-when he comes back. Order? I won't -- We can just eat. Y-you know?

[They might as well get a meal out of this.]

I should've -- I should've known -- better. Sssorry.