“Thanks for everything,” she said to the universe, as if it had been at the host of a particularly good party that was just winding down. - James S. A. Corey

Long story, but the point is that if you hear hoofbeats in the distance, your first guess is that they're horses, not zebras. And you're hearing hoofbeats and jumping straight to unicorns.
So what are you saying?
I'm saying let's go see if we can find some horses or zebras before we start a unicorn hunt.

How many millions of times had people had this exact conversation before? How many wars had put two people together for a moment and then washed them apart? There had to be a tradition of it. A secret history of vulnerability and want and all the things that sex promised and only occasionally delivered. They were just one more couple among all the countless others. It only hurt this time because it was them.

She isn’t stupid, but she’s learning to fake it.