He's giving so much thought to her words, it'd be unnerving if not for the gentle way he sums up her feelings. The guilt is obvious, the anger not so much. At least, not to her. She blinks at his question, fumbling with her tissue a moment before looking up at him in surprise.
"Um... maybe? I don't know." She stops twisting at her scarf, forcing herself to think twice about what emotions she's experiencing. "I mean, it was... it was a foolish question. I knew it was him, but I didn't trust myself." She shakes her head in frustration. "But what could I have said instead? Would anything have made a difference?" As painful as her close encounter was, at least in the moments beforehand, she had hope. "So why do I keep beating myself up over it, every night?"
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Date: 2017-04-05 12:28 am (UTC)"Um... maybe? I don't know." She stops twisting at her scarf, forcing herself to think twice about what emotions she's experiencing. "I mean, it was... it was a foolish question. I knew it was him, but I didn't trust myself." She shakes her head in frustration. "But what could I have said instead? Would anything have made a difference?" As painful as her close encounter was, at least in the moments beforehand, she had hope. "So why do I keep beating myself up over it, every night?"