Peter puts a hand out to her. “Edith—” His face follows her as she stands.
Taking a deep breath, Sarah moves in front of him, voice shaking. “Keep it, I don’t want to hear it.” She sighs, and her voice calms. “And after thinking about it, it doesn’t really matter what you do, or who you do it with.” She stops, looking him in the eyes, and rushes her words. “We’re not companions, so do what you want. I don’t care anymore.” Letting out a long and wavering breath, she turns her gaze to the floor.
Peter stands, grabbing her arms, and she turns towards him. “I’m sorry.” He shakes his head, locking eyes with her. “You’re right.” Letting out a sigh, he loosens his grip on her, rubbing her biceps with his thumbs. “I was daft, and it shouldn’t have happened. At least, not with her.” He bobs and w
