[Oh Flynn. Oh Flynn. A plane crashing and burning wouldn't even serve as a proper visual for what was just said, or the effect it has on Chloe's mood. The muscles in her jaw visibly tighten as she sets her teeth. He could probably siphon up a bit of satisfaction from the reaction if not for the fact that she's about ready to verbally claw her way under his skin for the thousandth time.]

I can't believe you. Everything that's happened-- everything that you and I went through, and you still have the nerve to act like your hands are clean. Wake up, would you?

[And then it hits her. The frustration, the inability to drill a bit of objectivity into the situation past an ego that's as impenetrable as a steel wall...she's had this conversation before, and frankly? She's sick of it.] God. You know, for as much as you hate Nate, you two are the same bloody person.

Screw the both of you.