Eric didn't even answer as she fired off her questions; god she hated that about him, when he pulled into himself, all proud and cool and above her anger. If he wanted to be so fucking stoic, he could've done it without her; could've done it anywhere he damn well pleased, back in the department as he lorded over the others or with every arrogant step he took during the day. Impatience quickened her nerves, urging her to move; be ready to lash out. Why couldn't he just fight back.

He finally did, but, as he often was, he was so vague she'd need to read his mind to get his meaning. "More than what?" she snapped. "It matters more than them not laughing at me, that's for sure. You should know! You must love that they're laughing at you, running after your girlfriend."

Bitterness betrayed her words. They still hadn't settled the question of girlfriend and boyfriend; they never would now, she supposed. But now she could say it all she liked, it being in sarcasm-- but she didn't get much kick out of it.

Restless, Amber crossed her arms, fingers clenched tight over her forearms. She paced briskly, whirling in the opposite direction every couple of steps. "Answer my question: what d'you want?" That's all she wanted to know. It couldn't be for her. Maybe he wanted to tell her off. Hah, if it was that, she could strike back just as hard. Her chest rose with anticipation, ready.