"No," she says, not stoppng to think about it. She should listen to him. Just this once, she should be obedient, unquestioning, and ride out the storm when it comes, because it's so tempting to be the one who does all the pretending tonight. To do that, though, she'd have to ignore the way those words sting, all the confusion and hurt and worry for the both of them, and she can't do that. She can't go inside and be alone in the dark in a bed that's really his and still shake it all off like it's nothing. Even without knowing just what it is about all that that offends her, she can't pretend it doesn't. "No, I won't. You don't want to pretend? Then stop pretending and tell me what the hell is going on."