[ there's a sigh there, a heavy breath she doesn't need, and she shakes her head before she turns to look at him. the expression on her face says it all: she's so disappointed. ]

That's not the point. [ she folds her arms across her chest, thinks about it, then uncrosses them, and lets them hang, before tucking them into her back pockets. ] The point is, you started with judgments. With yelling. You assumed the worst — that I was keeping a secret from you — instead of assuming the best. That I was so excited to see you that something slipped my mind.