Tristan tugged her away from his shoulder to give her an incredulous look. "Go back? After you broke your phone and sobbed your heart out because he's an asshole? That's like saying... like saying..." It took him a while to come up with a good analogy, but finally he said, "That's like saying you're going to wear the same shirt day in and day out even though it's the most hideous shirt in the world, just because it's the same one and you're comfortable with it." He wanted to shake her, get her to see reason. She was starting to talk nonsense. Like... "Mr. Perfect? I don't think so!"