Elle does look away, however, and moves on to the sink.

That she turns on the water, and reaches in (no sleeves to roll up - she's in jeans and one of X's neon bright t-shirts), not once looking back - well, it's something she wouldn't do around anyone else.



"You couldn't."

Elle's scrubbing egg off the frying pan at this point. The burnt flecks are putting up fight against the soap and sponge.

"You really couldn't. That's not -"

Your fault isn't really in Elle's vocabulary. At least, around X.

" - wrong."