It was good that he looked away. Marinette wasn't able to hide the way her expression flickered, and as his gaze settled on the window, she looked down at her lap. She wished desperately that she had something encouraging to tell him.
Your mother comes to see how you're doing every night too, She wanted to be able to say. She comes with your father.
But that would have been a lie.
"She sounds wonderful," She said softly, the only thing she could say that wouldn't be dishonest or distressing. When his breath caught in his throat, she reached over to very gently lay her other hand on his shoulder - she hoped it was a gentle, comforting touch, but she didn't know what to say to him. There was nothing anyone could say that would make this better.
Too late, she realized that talking about his father was the natural lead-in to talking about his mother. She'd chosen poorly for her topic, and regret made her heart clench uncomfortably.
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Your mother comes to see how you're doing every night too, She wanted to be able to say. She comes with your father.
But that would have been a lie.
"She sounds wonderful," She said softly, the only thing she could say that wouldn't be dishonest or distressing. When his breath caught in his throat, she reached over to very gently lay her other hand on his shoulder - she hoped it was a gentle, comforting touch, but she didn't know what to say to him. There was nothing anyone could say that would make this better.
Too late, she realized that talking about his father was the natural lead-in to talking about his mother. She'd chosen poorly for her topic, and regret made her heart clench uncomfortably.