Not at all. [ and her breath hisses inward as peggy realizes precisely what's coming -- a damning condemnation of her own philosophy, because deep down she's always known it's never been enough to stand apart and untouched by the world. ] Your mother sounds wise enough on the subject. Wiser, certainly, than me.
[ it's just that there are lines between colleagues, aren't there? perhaps she wouldn't mind hugging a friend if the situation called for it. or a lover, if she ever had one again. but -- fitz falls under neither of those headers. it would be like hugging one of the lads from the office. or (god forbid) mister jarvis. respect and affection persist, but not the drive to put one's arms around the other.
she scrubs at her arms -- as though banishing her own discomfort. ]
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[ it's just that there are lines between colleagues, aren't there? perhaps she wouldn't mind hugging a friend if the situation called for it. or a lover, if she ever had one again. but -- fitz falls under neither of those headers. it would be like hugging one of the lads from the office. or (god forbid) mister jarvis. respect and affection persist, but not the drive to put one's arms around the other.
she scrubs at her arms -- as though banishing her own discomfort. ]