She'd known all that; he'd explained it before. Except-

-it had been her idea?

She's thankful that Sebastian's got his back to her, because she closes her eyes tightly, a surge of inexplicable guilt washing over her.

She pushes it away. Later, she can address the issues of could I and would I and what must he think of me. For now, she decides, she's got no right to make this about her when she- as she stands now- was never even there, not really.

"Alright," she says, voice even. Go on.