"S-Sorry..?" Her smile falters and her surprise slides into an expression of rueful acknowledgement.<br/><br/>"Sorry... I'm treating you like you're some teenaged boy. I apologize. And no, we aren't..."Lydia bites her lip, realizing how insensitive she must have sounded, glancing at Cathy and back at Wayde.<br/><br/>"I must sound like an awful person. You boys went through a lot, I know... And I know I haven't the slightest idea how awful it's been for you-" she meets your gaze, remorse obvious in her bright eyes. "I'm afraid everything I talk about these days is colored by my pathetic marriage."<br/><br/>She lets out a sigh. "I don't hate him. And I wanted him to come back... I just hoped he might find a pretty girl in France or Italy and leave once he did. I guess I got used to... happiness, I suppose. I understand if you would rather sit with Cathy."