She hums a little as he speaks, showing that she's listening, with her face pressed against his chest. It's a mixed bag of hurt and joy -- as things often are for them. The knowledge of his love, that he couldn't deny. The knowledge that he had tried to.
What if he had been able to do it?
But he hadn't. That's what matters, surely.
"Thank you for telling me." Not because it didn't hurt to hear, but--She'd just told him that he needed to be honest with her. That he shouldn't regret not lying to her. "I... would have gone with you. Even then." It's not, in her mind, a secret. Had she not begged him, when they met in the Crossroads, his secret finally revealed to her? And had she not made good on her intent all those years later, when his campaign was finally put to rest?
"Maybe I should be the one apologizing to you. I put you through so much, without even trying."
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What if he had been able to do it?
But he hadn't. That's what matters, surely.
"Thank you for telling me." Not because it didn't hurt to hear, but--She'd just told him that he needed to be honest with her. That he shouldn't regret not lying to her. "I... would have gone with you. Even then." It's not, in her mind, a secret. Had she not begged him, when they met in the Crossroads, his secret finally revealed to her? And had she not made good on her intent all those years later, when his campaign was finally put to rest?
"Maybe I should be the one apologizing to you. I put you through so much, without even trying."