There's a part of Hayley, however small, that wants to stay there forever. The rest of her, however, is distracted by the open door, by his words, by the truth she knows she needs to share, and, strangely, by the sudden realization of just how physically close the two of them are right now.

She withdraws, sliding her arms around to his sides and then breaking contact entirely. Hayley moves wordlessly to close and lock the door behind him. Then she turns to face him. Her hand lifts for a split second, as if she might reach to take his. Then she seems to think better of it and simply moves forward into her own apartment, taking a seat on the very edge of the couch and gesturing that he should join her.

"I talked to him," she says pretty much immediately after sitting, knowing Bart hates long pauses. "Before he was arrested or whatever. I can't say who helped me or what happened, but- I tied him up to a chair and I had ten minutes alone with him and I.. I wanted to do really awful things to him, Bart."

She can't bear to look at her friend as she speaks, her voice just beginning to crack near the end. She feels better about everything, having been able to look him in the eye, but she resents that he never received the personal brand of justice she wanted for him. That he was too unflappable, that her death was nothing more than a science experiment to the man.