His hand goes to her knee and she places her own on top of it, squeezing as she meets his gaze and gives him a watery smile.
“No, it’s okay,” she assures him, patting his hand before reaching up to rub quickly under her eye. “I just— I needed to process some things that I hadn’t really confronted yet.”
She bites her lip and looks at him thoughtfully, trying to decide on the right thing to say. “It wasn’t the wrong thing. Maybe just the wrong moment.”
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Date: 2023-03-05 09:55 am (UTC)“No, it’s okay,” she assures him, patting his hand before reaching up to rub quickly under her eye. “I just— I needed to process some things that I hadn’t really confronted yet.”
She bites her lip and looks at him thoughtfully, trying to decide on the right thing to say. “It wasn’t the wrong thing. Maybe just the wrong moment.”
But there will be other moments, she hopes.