"Don't say that," Edith says, shaking her head slightly as she looks over at him, and leads the way down the hall towards her apartment. It's fortunately quiet, as she'd hoped it would be, and it doesn't take her more than a moment to get her door unlocked, holding it open so she can usher Thomas inside. "I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't want to."
Maybe he's right, but if that's the case, she doesn't care. He saved her life even after his own death. What came before, she can't forget, but that still counts for a great deal. So does the way she feels about him, however illogical that may be.
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Date: 2016-05-25 01:37 am (UTC)Maybe he's right, but if that's the case, she doesn't care. He saved her life even after his own death. What came before, she can't forget, but that still counts for a great deal. So does the way she feels about him, however illogical that may be.