"I was with Matt," she whispers. 

I don't miss the use of past tense. "Was? Where's he now?" 

"He left, I think. We had an argument... I said some things I shouldn't have." Her voice cracks. 

My frown deepens. "That's still not a reason for him to leave you alone in a place like this. What if—" 

"Stop acting so worried over me, okay?" She snaps, angrily wiping her eyes. "As you can see, I'm fine. I can take care of myself. I don't need you worrying about me now."

That line again. That fucking "I can take care of myself" shit she pulls out every time. 

Have I ever...