She leans against the door and listens as the sobs on the other side of the door subside, when they do she feels relief. She potters around for while before her pager comes to life. She looks over at it and it means that she has to go back into work. She's really kind of glad for two reasons. The first is that without anyone around she's actually kind of lonely, and the second is that the blonde is no longer a surgeon at SGMW so afterhours security will not let her in. She smiles at the thought. Callie grabs her jacket and her keys and opens the door.
"Oh... You are still here."
"I have nowhere else to go." She hiccups, tears still staining her face.
"Hmpf." The admission almost brought a smile to her face. 'Now you know how I felt – except without clothes and shoes and-'
"Calliope" The blonde whimpers.
"My name is Callie." She states flatly, making no room for misunderstanding.
"Please." Arizona asks pathetically
"No, you don't get to do this, the day I was ready to move on - the day that I am finally a rockstar - the day I finally decide To stop sleeping with Mark and actually move on - You make another unilateral decision about our relationship... What you did? It was no better than Erica. At least I had cheated on her... At least I gave her reason to leave me in a parking lot. I may have not have been enthusiastic about going, but I had that attitude for the whole month it took to organize leaving but you waited until I was homeless and jobless ready to move to Africa to play the matyr. You were going to go off and save dying babies and you manage to save Callie's future happiness, so I get to look like the ass that didn't want to save babies in Africa. You know what? I wanted to go, I gave up my home, my job, my beautiful beautiful car, my research... I had already given that stuff up when you made a unilateral decision to leave me standing at the airport with no home no job and no future. So I am not going to apologize for not trusting you with my heart Arizona, because honestly? You said you couldn't live without me and my ten kids... I still felt that I would have given them up for you, I still felt that I couldn't live without you, but then you doubted us - me - again. You were 'sad'? Well I was heartbroken, humiliated and homeless. Your decision showed that you had the same amount of trust in us as you did before the shooting and really? I'm not happy with that. I'm not happy with someone deciding what best for me when they don't even how I really feel about something. You were my endgame."
"You slept with Mark?"
"That is what you pickup on? For fucks sake Arizona you left, whether it was for two months you left for or the three years it doesn't matter we were over, and I could do whatever I want."
"But Mark?"
"I thought it would help me move on, and the I thought I'd feel less angry because I knew you'd be hurt if you eventually asked someone about me, but then I just felt sad like I was betraying something... And I was - but it wasn't you Arizona, because you left and you can't just turn up on Marks doorstep and expect to live happily ever after because I don't trust you. I don't trust you with my heart and I don't trust you to not to walk away again with whatever awesome prize you get next November."
"I'm sorry. I love you."
"I love you, and I'm sorry too." Callie checks the door behind her is closed one more time before she walks off to the hospital.