He stared down at her, stunned but not hurt. "You -- why ... ?"
Stopping short, he shook his head. It was a miracle, an act of trust, that she'd told him she'd been with child before in the first place -- neither of them were much for sharing important bits of their past -- and he realized rather abruptly that it wasn't his place to pry further. If she wanted to say more, she would; until then, he could focus on just the surface of what she'd told him, rather than demanding to know why she hadn't said anything before or where her daughter was now. Or what she could do.
He settled slowly, wiping the surprise off of his face, and traced his fingers up and down her back, lightly. "Thank you for telling me, Lydia."
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Date: 2010-10-23 06:55 pm (UTC)Stopping short, he shook his head. It was a miracle, an act of trust, that she'd told him she'd been with child before in the first place -- neither of them were much for sharing important bits of their past -- and he realized rather abruptly that it wasn't his place to pry further. If she wanted to say more, she would; until then, he could focus on just the surface of what she'd told him, rather than demanding to know why she hadn't said anything before or where her daughter was now. Or what she could do.
He settled slowly, wiping the surprise off of his face, and traced his fingers up and down her back, lightly. "Thank you for telling me, Lydia."