[Her expression changes, then, into something - something more vulnerable. Something most people wouldn't see. Her voice is quiet when she speaks.]

I'm glad you told me.

[She is, truly; she appreciates the honesty, no matter how painful and awkward it is.]

We were - well, we were more off than on anyway. [A slight, rueful smile.] You know how we are.

[Like moths to a flame, circling and darting away and dashing back, over and over.]

A clean break - it -

[She glances down, pushes a hand through her hair. It's for the best, she wants to say, but she can't quite force the words out. Instead she looks up again, her smile warm and her gaze wistful.]

I'm glad we're still friends. I'd never want to lose that. [Having Dick in her life somehow - that's more important than anything else.]