[He stares at her for a moment, instantly knowing what's happened from the way she leans into his hand, how her eyes change. And even though he knows he shouldn't, he feels like he's finally talking to the real Sharon Carter; or at least the one who he fell in love with; really fell in love with.
His voice cracks a little when he speaks.] W-what? How did they...? [And how would she know? How could she? Unless she somehow knows things that she shouldn't, and he's not even sure how to ask that without telling her everything. Telling her the truth.
Maybe he should.]
You, uh, you weren't yourself. I dunno if I can untie you yet or not. ]Instead he hugged her; burying his face in her shoulder to hide the tears in his eyes. He felt so confused in that moment, like two different inclinations were pulling him in opposite directions. Should he tell her the truth, would that make the real Sharon more forgiving? Should he just forget that, and hope this fantasy stuck and lasted a little longer. What they had when he was in the White House, it was the only time he hadn't felt lonely since his defection.]
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His voice cracks a little when he speaks.] W-what? How did they...? [And how would she know? How could she? Unless she somehow knows things that she shouldn't, and he's not even sure how to ask that without telling her everything. Telling her the truth.
Maybe he should.]
You, uh, you weren't yourself. I dunno if I can untie you yet or not. ]Instead he hugged her; burying his face in her shoulder to hide the tears in his eyes. He felt so confused in that moment, like two different inclinations were pulling him in opposite directions. Should he tell her the truth, would that make the real Sharon more forgiving? Should he just forget that, and hope this fantasy stuck and lasted a little longer. What they had when he was in the White House, it was the only time he hadn't felt lonely since his defection.]