She nodded a vaguely affirmative response at his question. No, she was not feeling better. No, she was not okay. But she would be, eventually. With the help of her cats, her work and some mindless partying she'd be as good as new. His expression at her kiss did nothing to calm her down and hr heart skipped a beat as the panic seemed to want to return full force. Should she have not? Was that not welcome either anymore?

But he was talking again, and thankfully that didn't leave her much room to keep thinking. "Oh, okay, ugh—sure. Lemme know how much I owe you, yeah?" she asked with a small little smile, popping the button open on her wallet. "And, err, I'm—I'm not as well as I could be. I don't want to put a damper on things. I'd pretty shitty company, so—umm" she didn't dare raise her eyes to him, keeping herself busy while counting bills and gesticulating nervously. God, she was a really shitty liar.

"Raincheck, maybe? I mean, I—" she finally lifted her head to look at him. "I enjoyed myself, I did. I'm just... I'm not okay" she said truthfully, hoping he wouldn't poke for more. And then all would be well. She was quite proficient at ignoring people and issues. Especially issues. "So... how much do I owe you?"

His frown turned into slight confusion. How much she owed him? Shaking his head, he went to open his mouth to tell her not to worry about it when she continued talking. Not that she would’ve seen him say no with his head, being attention-deep in her wallet. Taking in a deep breath, he drummed his fingertips lightly on the table. For some reason, she didn’t want to be around him any more.

What had happened between them having fun at dinner and the bathroom? What had gone down in her head that he had no knowledge of? Jason poked his tongue into his cheek as he considered it all, moving it slowly around in front of his teeth. Once it was securely back where it was supposed to, he pulled his hands together and clasped them in his lap.

“Alright, well I hope you get better soon.” He smiled and leaned over, kissing her cheek back. “You’ll have to feel tip top to handle me.” He winked before pulling back, concern still etched in his forehead as he watched her.

“Huh?” Jason’s face screwed up as he stared at her, shaking his head as he comprehended what she was asking with a laugh. “You don’t owe me anything, babe. It was dinner on me. Or...” He glanced to her plate and shrugged. “Well, drinks and a snack then.” Jason grinned and glanced back at her face.

She shuddered a bit as his lips made contact with her skin, and if she leaned in for a second, hoping he might linger more... well, it wasn't her fault. Resolutions and all. He wasn't making it easy for her, that was sure. It wasn't that she didn't agree with his next words, it was just that there... wouldn't be a next time. She tried to grin and join in, despite the overwhelming need to call him on his farce.

And it was precisely because a next time was not in the program that she completely flipped her shit when Jason, gentlemanly, paid the check for the both of them. But she wasn't gonna be that girl, the one that got a free dinner out of a guy before disappearing. She may not be as financially comfortable as other people her age, but she was proud of her career—ish thing and the money she made.

"Yeah, well, that's not gonna fly" Lala said with a frown, lips pursed downwards and a little scowl at proving her memory was shit, yet again. She pulled out a few bills, not quite remembering the prices of her share, but fishing enough out. She placed the bills in front of him and threw her wallet back in the bag with jerky moves. She got on her feet and pulled her coat on, bag in her hand and looked down at Jason with one last longing look. "Well, its been—" heartbreaking, was the word on the tip of her tongue. "It's been nice... dude" she said awkwardly, buttoning up her coat, as her heart seemed intent on beating out of her chest.

She could almost imagine a conversation with her heart right now. 'You're a really stupid girl, ye know?' and she'd flippantly respond that it wasn't her heart's business, because the only things her heart and listening to her heart had brought were pain, misery and unhelpful therapy sessions. "I'll... owl you" she said instead, voice wavering and eyes cast downwards. Not even she believed herself. And just like that, she turned on her heels and marched out of the pub, swearing to never, ever return to the damned place. She'll have nightmares of it.