Her fingers grip at nothing. She holds empty air and feels her own sorrow swell. At least, under the guise of this pain, she can find the means by which she might express her own. Peggy's expression grows dark and stormy. She doesn't have to think hard to remember that blown-out building -- Steve, with his bottle of ineffectual booze. It wasn't your fault.
Everything is unravelling well beyond her control. Gone are any thoughts of this bizarre building, because she's too mired up in worry to think clearly about the situation in which they've found themselves. All she can see through her tunnel-vision is how he hurts.
"I don't know how it's happened. Both of us here, stripped from such different moments. But -- your friend's service was a credit. Beyond commendable. I would not tarnish it by telling lies. Not now. Not like this."
She won't spill the details on how it had happened unless he asked, Peggy decided. She'd been cruel enough already.
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Her fingers grip at nothing. She holds empty air and feels her own sorrow swell. At least, under the guise of this pain, she can find the means by which she might express her own. Peggy's expression grows dark and stormy. She doesn't have to think hard to remember that blown-out building -- Steve, with his bottle of ineffectual booze. It wasn't your fault.
Everything is unravelling well beyond her control. Gone are any thoughts of this bizarre building, because she's too mired up in worry to think clearly about the situation in which they've found themselves. All she can see through her tunnel-vision is how he hurts.
"I don't know how it's happened. Both of us here, stripped from such different moments. But -- your friend's service was a credit. Beyond commendable. I would not tarnish it by telling lies. Not now. Not like this."
She won't spill the details on how it had happened unless he asked, Peggy decided. She'd been cruel enough already.