[Maybe it's willful ignorance on his part, but he can't actually pin down the moment she means. Just a series of misplaced words, the two of them picking at each other like carrion birds.

And he's never been anything but physical. Even in the mostly dark, the low light ebbing in from the hall, she can probably make out the way Charlie spreads his arms. Egging on for a fight - a proper one. For her to hit him. Something solid, more easily understood.] Yeah, we were fine. And then suddenly you're jumping down my throat for saying something you apparently didn't like. If you're not trying to boot me, then why've you been dodging me for two damn days?