[She practically feels ready to explode under the pressure of everything she wants to say - that he had months to say something if he'd wanted to give it another shot, that it wasn't unreasonable of her to think he'd decided to move on, and where the hell did he get off thinking she was somehow reserved until he'd made up his mind - but partly out of respect to her throat and partly because she doesn't feel like destroying what's left of their friendship in a barrage of misaimed rage, she doesn't say any of that.]
Spammm
No. I - I'm okay.