[She can't disagree, honestly. And dammit, a year ago, Lydia wouldn't have cared. They would not be having this conversation. This meeting they're having right now not involve much conversation at all, and would occur in a different room of the apartment.] Yeah.
[She gets up to head to the kitchen area, talking as she looks through the cabinets to locate a larger glass.] I'm sorry. About your family. And I know you wouldn't. Neither would I. And we won't, but that doesn't mean it I'm not really annoyed about it. Whatever's going on with us - and it was going somewhere, whether it was just for fun or whatever, has to have some serious breaks applied. Neither of us wants to see him hurt.
[She returns, setting the larger glass down to pour the vodka. Once it's half full, she sets down the bottle and reaches for his shot glass, gripping it tightly.]
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[She gets up to head to the kitchen area, talking as she looks through the cabinets to locate a larger glass.] I'm sorry. About your family. And I know you wouldn't. Neither would I. And we won't, but that doesn't mean it I'm not really annoyed about it. Whatever's going on with us - and it was going somewhere, whether it was just for fun or whatever, has to have some serious breaks applied. Neither of us wants to see him hurt.
[She returns, setting the larger glass down to pour the vodka. Once it's half full, she sets down the bottle and reaches for his shot glass, gripping it tightly.]