Yes, that's a sigh escaping her chest. And yes, she's sagging at the shoulder now. And yes, she looks sad.

It's been a while since she kept a person around for that long.

"Denial is the main staple of optimists," she mutters, folding her arms across her chest and shifting awkwardly on her feet, not bothering to call him back.

She knows damn well when someone's walking away from her.