"But you did." Leveling him with a firm look. She wasn't about to just let this go because Richie was convinced he was in the right. She expected more from him, she always had and she'd hold him accountable when he didn't live up to those expectations. The moment she started expecting less of him was the moment she stopped believing in him.

"You didn't have to be rude. You didn't have to make a scene or act like I wasn't even there." Which was why she struggled to believe this had anything to do with her. He was too busy trying to out-testosterone Klaus to even know she existed. (Oh Kate...).

"God, Richie. You treat me like I'm just some... silly little school girl who is too stupid to know what's good for her and don't ever stop and think about how I might feel because of course, you know best." Her eyes shimmer, Kate biting the inside of her cheeks to hold her composure but the hurt is there, despite her attempts to mask it.

"This is the first time in..." How long had it been now? When was the last time she'd been anything close to normal? When had her life gone from planning for prom to planning exit strategies in case everything went to hell? Shaking her head. "... that I've been able to feel normal for more than five seconds. I'm in a dress. There's music and dancing and you're - " Her hand gestures lamely in his direction, more biting words on the tip of her tongue but she loses steam, her arm falling limply to her side.

"You don't even get it. Do you." No longer angry, merely sad and disappointed.