Yeah, I know why you did it now, but it still hurt a hell of a lot, Richard!

[Back then, she'd tried to deny how much it hurt, because he wasn't supposed to be her friend, and he wasn't supposed to be someone whom she was in love with, and he sure wasn't supposed to be someone that was able to hurt her as bad as he had. The first time (times) he'd left that had been her fault, and she took the blame for it, mea culpaed and tried to do everything that she could in order to make it right, starting by putting his ass back together again.

But the second time? That time really hurt. Because she was alone and trying to deal with the guilt of causing the world to possibly end by herself, because she didn't even have him in her ear to remind her that nothing was going to happen when she woke up and Trump was elected, or when she had terrible dreams. She'd tried calling him of course, but his phone just went directly to voicemail, and she had no idea if he'd even heard her until she found him in her office.]

Did you want me to deny it? Because I won't. It hurt, and everything else I said was trying to defend you from her telling me that I should just drop you like a hot potato.

[Which Nic may or may not have said, at least emotionally anyway. But she wasn't going to bring up.]

Because I wouldn't.