...Spanks. What? She blinked and furrowed her brow, then shook her head. That was... probably a question for some other time. She really didn't want to know. He grasped the important part of the conversation. She still didn't look at him while they talked, just... focused on not being such an emotional mess. She was used to just... carrying on and ignoring things like this. But when things like this happened in the past, it was with a man she wasn't... sure... it was complicated. Now, with him, things were... different. She didn't want the same festering insecurity this time. Couldn't handle another relationship supported by something about as sturdy as toothpicks.

She propped her chin up on her hand and stared at the street. "Yeah. It would hurt. Probably. Even if it wasn't... intentional, just the fact that the person carried on and let it happen doesn't show a lot of... consideration for the person they're with. That's... it wasn't your fault. You didn't know. Sorry for running off, it didn't... I got upset. But that's... there's something else we've gotta talk about, as well."

Her eyes went to the ground this time.