"I... okay. Maybe that's best." she says, quietly.

She feels like she missed the mark somehow, that she failed to communicate what she meant underneath the words. That she was still here. Whatever else they weren't, there was still room for them to find out what they were.

As much as she hates to see him just leave like that, it's something of a relief that she has that way out, that she can just let him go, and that's okay. That she can have time to sort this through alone.

"Goodnight, Wesley." she says, with genuine warmth underneath the sadness. It didn't say half of what she wanted to, but maybe it said enough.