"Yeah, peace," she says, almost a touch dismissive, though she knows she shouldn't be. "But I know it's never going to work out. I drove Joel away at home and don't get to change my mind –– he's gone. I'm dead –– I'm gone. Paradisa's sent him home, so that's the end of it right there. It's not going to work out, it's over."

Tess pauses, beer in one hand so she can reach up to her own face with the other. She drags the heel of her hand against her eye as if she's dislodged an eyelash or something, and she certainly doesn't acknowledge just how glassy her eyes are nor acknowledge in any way that she's tearing up –– she just passes it off as nothing, her voice level, her posture as unfriendly as always.

"I don't even need to wait for it, it's already over."