Seattle Grace Hospital
Outskirt Area,
Late Afternoon
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"You're mad at me because I made you tell Derek," Mark accused her as they were finally leaving the downtown area and the worst traffic behind them. "Because now your McDreamy-husband hates you just as much as he hates me. And you can't stand that."
Addison didn't even know what made her more angry: Mark using the nick name Meredith and her intern friends were using when referring to Derek or the possibility that Mark might be right. She could feel him staring at her while she forced herself to keep her eyes on the road.
"You're mad at me because I made you destroy any chance of ever getting back together again," he seemed to have come to a realization. "Is that it?"
Was it? Is it?
She shook her head. "I'm mad at you because I told you to leave me alone in any way I possibly can and you still don't seem to hear me. I'm sorry I called you, I'm sorry I misled you, but I don't want you here," she nearly yelled, only her exhaustion keeping her from raising her voice even more. "I don't love you, Mark." She was so tired.
For a moment they both fell silent, Addison searching for a sign that her message had finally gone through, him looking for something else and apparently finding it.
"You don't love me."
"I don't love you," she repeated, sighing with relief at the idea of him finally believing her, of him finally giving up.
"But you love him," the next sentence caught her so off guard rendered her speechless for a moment.
"You still love him," Mark stated affirmatively. "Don't you?"