She stays quiet, pursing her lips a little as he continues. Her fingers grow tighter around her glass as he keeps on talking -- over achiever, not popular, wasn't good enough -- until she sets the glass down, turns on him with a jerked movement. "Shut up!" she snaps, staring down at him. "Shut. Up. Stop-- trying, or thinking that you understand. You don't. You can't even begin to." Her hand gestures are sharp, stunted. "Everyone has secrets."

She crosses her arms, giving him a Look. "And you're not 'no good'. If nothing else, you managed to convince me that you were a good person. And... because of experience, I don't tend to assume that people like you are worth knowing, or-- liking."