They have nothing to say to each other anymore.
He was the one who fucked this up.
Because while she's not saying anything either, this is his fault. And he has no idea how to fix it.
There is nothing left.
She looks as if she's about to cry. Or walk away.
"James, I don't know. I can't do... this! I can't sit here and just wait! You... Damnit!"
"What? Evans, I'm smart, but I can't read your mind!"
She stares at him for a minute.
"No, this isn't... I'm not... Damnit. Damnit all Potter. I... I love you!"
"Really?"