[It's probably better that those twinkling lights had gone out, because he can't see the way her lips turn down into a frown, or how her brows furrow together. Or how the complicated wave of shame and remorse hits so suddenly and so hard that she almost turns away then. She doesn't, and holds fast against it, trying to maintain a neutral expression as she stares up at the dark ceiling.]
I guess not, but we did...
[Her voice is even and quiet.
Whatever "this" is, she can't say it was ever going to be something they would have been ready for, or if they would have even pursued under any other circumstance or later down the line, so how could either of them have ever prepared themselves for something they didn't know was coming?
She asks this as if they had no control over themselves. They knew exactly what they were doing and did it anyway.
Which begs the question...]
Eustace. Do you...
[No. That's not right.
Now she shifts to turn to her other side, her back facing him.]
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I guess not, but we did...
[Her voice is even and quiet.
Whatever "this" is, she can't say it was ever going to be something they would have been ready for, or if they would have even pursued under any other circumstance or later down the line, so how could either of them have ever prepared themselves for something they didn't know was coming?
She asks this as if they had no control over themselves. They knew exactly what they were doing and did it anyway.
Which begs the question...]
Eustace. Do you...
[No. That's not right.
Now she shifts to turn to her other side, her back facing him.]
Did that mean anything to you?