[ She doesn't look at him to watch the disappointment she knows accompanies her answer. It's funny, how she's never cared before what anyone thought of her, and yet knowing she's demolished whatever perception Peter had of her, whoever he thought she was, aches with a sense of shame she's never felt before. Maybe she'd let herself believe a little bit of the glimmering reflection she'd seen these past few days when Peter looked at her – when he'd been so determined to give her a safe place for her secrets, when he'd been trying to make her smile, when he'd treated her like—
—a person.
She'd never had someone make her feel so seen and wanted, but—
That's what she paid him for, she reminds herself.
But that still doesn't explain why he's still here now. ]
That's all.
[ That's probably all she can manage, in her state. ]
no subject
—a person.
She'd never had someone make her feel so seen and wanted, but—
That's what she paid him for, she reminds herself.
But that still doesn't explain why he's still here now. ]
That's all.
[ That's probably all she can manage, in her state. ]