[ Internal bleeding may have been a sign of something far worse. They could be blase about it when they were younger, but not now, not when they're so much older, and wearier and wiser.
Or not so wise.
She stops. She's not that far from him, close enough for him to touch, to grab if he wants, and she's trying to retreat, he's trying to reach out--
--and Carolina stops, though she doesn't turn to him, not yet, draws a breath as she listens. And it is her turn now, to listen. (She's not sure she believes him, much as she wants to, just as she's sure she doesn't necessarily deserve the forgiveness she wants from him. As Malcolm himself pointed out, York would always forgive her.) ]
[tiredly] Please don't excuse my behaviour, York. [she hesitates, then raises her own hand to catch his] You may have been an idiot, but I was a bitch. At least let me own that, okay.
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Or not so wise.
She stops. She's not that far from him, close enough for him to touch, to grab if he wants, and she's trying to retreat, he's trying to reach out--
--and Carolina stops, though she doesn't turn to him, not yet, draws a breath as she listens. And it is her turn now, to listen. (She's not sure she believes him, much as she wants to, just as she's sure she doesn't necessarily deserve the forgiveness she wants from him. As Malcolm himself pointed out, York would always forgive her.) ]
[tiredly] Please don't excuse my behaviour, York. [she hesitates, then raises her own hand to catch his] You may have been an idiot, but I was a bitch. At least let me own that, okay.