Bree was so torn, every word he spoke was true, but she knew if she let this go any further she would be no better than Ali. She could not stoop to that level no matter how he was right about the both of them.<br/><br/>"Jim, you're right, I won't deny that, I've always been second fiddle to Ali, but if we go any further, I couldn't live with myself. Deep down, you know neither could you. We're feeling raw emotion, hurt, pain. We would both regret it in the morning and we would lose each other as friends. Imagine how awkward it would be, we would have the same secret. I care for you so much, I don't want to throw that all away, not like this."<br/><br/>Bree moved away from him and gathered her things, "I'm sorry, please don't hate me. I understand if you do." Tears began to form once more feeling like she had now broken his heart twice tonight. Bree reached for her keys and went to the door, now she felt the whole thing was her fault, that maybe she lead him on in some way. "I'm so sorry," she whispered as she turned to leave for her car in tears.