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When Tegan repeated himself, his words heated now, Bat swallowed and turned to force herself to look him in the eye. "N—" she tried at the first shot fired. "N—" she attempted to squeak when he flung accusations about her mother (which weren't even off base, really). "N—" Well, yes, she would've loved to ask him to travel with her, though only if he'd wanted that too. "N—" Her face officially began to crumple when accusations took a wild turn toward hurtful barbs. "N—" And then the fatal shot: "Fuck you, Bat."

Having never seen Tegan angry, much less had that anger aimed anywhere in her direction, Bat was rendered utterly speechless. She felt as if her stomach dropped into her feet as Tegan forcibly turned away from her and began to stomp away into the night. Of course, there was part of her that wanted to call out after him or even chase him; she wasn't above either of those things.

But Tegan's angry words were more than the sum of their parts. Bat couldn't imagine ever speaking to him that way, because she cared for him so dearly and he meant so much to her. But she clearly didn't mean the same to him, not if he could say such things, and the agony of that realization gripped her so completely that it left her paralyzed.