"Here to talk about you, and talk to you. The odds of me getting through? Low. You hate me, obviously so, so why listen to anything I say?"

"But to just throw my hands up, to not try at all and let things go the way they have been... not my style."

She let the air sink with silence for a moment, just watching Blake tense up. Get violent. Impatient. Angry. Unwilling to think or reason.

Like he had been at the prom.

"Why do you think I arranged this, Blake? Any theory. Just throw them out there."