You better, 'cause I don't think I'm gonna be able to swallow my pride again. And I'm still me. You want a real apology, it's gonna be a mess and you're gonna have to fill in the stuff I can't make myself say.

...Angel, come on, what are you doing here? I'm...I'm trying to talk about us. You and me. And...make things right... you know how god damned hard this is for me...

[What is wrong with her? He's putting his friggin soul on the line, opening up (as far as she's concerned) and that's what she responds with? Is she even going to acknowledge that he's apologizing?]

This isn't the time to just point out how much happier you are without me.