"Like a fairy tale," she agrees, but it's not bitter or anything but tired and a bit nostalgic. "Maybe my upbringing was more mortal than Aunt Zelda would care to admit."
She's still got her hand in his, and she looks down at their entwined fingers. "It makes sense when you say it," she says quietly. "I know I had to work sometimes to keep from admitting I was attracted to you, when I was still with Harvey. He wouldn't have-- but that was never going to work."
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She's still got her hand in his, and she looks down at their entwined fingers. "It makes sense when you say it," she says quietly. "I know I had to work sometimes to keep from admitting I was attracted to you, when I was still with Harvey. He wouldn't have-- but that was never going to work."