[ she sips -- like being reminded to be grateful. peggy can drink tea at any temperature. scalding hot to ice cold. working on the front lines does that to a person. it lowers some standards, even as it heightens others. ]
I can't imagine it went down well with him. He must be beating himself up over it. I know I would be, were I him.
It won't. [ defeatist? a little. but she knows a little something about self-blame. in her case, it's over events that haven't yet happened. but like winter, she feels helpless to change them. ] But you're right. We ought to tell him every damned day.
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[ he quirks a smile. ]
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[ she almost seems to smile. ]
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[ how did she put it? ]
fretting.
[ and speaking of, he gestures towards her cup ]
A bit of sugar and it'll be ice tea by now.
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I can't imagine it went down well with him. He must be beating himself up over it. I know I would be, were I him.
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[ a smile before he puts both elbows on his knees, shifting in his chair. ]
He is.
[ there is already so much burden on Winter, he could tear the Atroma apart for making it heavier ]
I told him we know it wasn't his fault. If i say it enough times, maybe it'll sink in eventually.
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