Mindy wants marriage and a family more than just about anything, she'd almost had it with Casey, and isn't that why she fell into Luke's bed in the first place? All of those memories all at once, the reminder of how far she'd come back home and yet still managed to lose it all. Like she always does.

And now here's Luke, the most perfect guy, and he wants what she wants – but she can't commit to him? It's backwards and fucked up and Mindy reaches to rub at her temples, wishing she could will away this moment and whatever's forced Luke to come clean about how he feels. Or, doesn't feel.

Of course, she's not Dorothy, and clicking her heels together won't take her away from this. "I really like you, Luke," Mindy says, slow, after a long pause. "When I came onto you at that bar I had just... had one of the worst days of my life. I just wanted to feel wanted. And you gave me that. And you've given me that. And I don't want that to end but... I don't know that I can give you what you deserve." She swallows hard and looks away, like a coward. "I'd always be thinking of what might have been, even if... it never is."

With Danny, or with her admirer, she isn't sure. Whoever, or whatever, it is, it's not fair to Luke. He's too good of a guy to get wrapped up in her mess.