She sat up slowly, his shirt hanging off her frame as she watched him, looking sadly resigned. "I warned you, Warner," she said after a moment. "I established it from the very beginning that this couldn't happen. I'm sorry. I don't know what more I could have done."
She exhaled slowly, looking down at her tightly folded hands. After a moment, she slipped out of the bed, picking up her clothes and heading to the bathroom.
She came out a few minutes, wearing her clothes from the day before. She looked genuinely sad, her brows furrowed. "Bye, Warner," she said quietly, heading for the door.