[ ...altogether too late she realizes the knot she's tied herself into. peggy had gotten used to calling him ray. just as she'd gotten used to how he called her peg. and as strangely alright as that phenomenon has become, she considerably less alright with spitting those details out for someone else to hear.
her lips purse tight as she shakes her head -- but it's about as close to a lie as she can take it, because the next few words out of her mouth are plain and adulterated truth: ] He's a friend.
[ she supposes. certainly, he supposes. peggy frowns, too, because she can taste the next confession rising like bile in the back of her throat. ]
And he was my -- employer. During that event. Surely you know the one.
[ don't make me say it. peggy buries her attention in another tart, tearing it in two and shoving one half into her mouth. flipping hell, she needs to shut it. ]
no subject
her lips purse tight as she shakes her head -- but it's about as close to a lie as she can take it, because the next few words out of her mouth are plain and adulterated truth: ] He's a friend.
[ she supposes. certainly, he supposes. peggy frowns, too, because she can taste the next confession rising like bile in the back of her throat. ]
And he was my -- employer. During that event. Surely you know the one.
[ don't make me say it. peggy buries her attention in another tart, tearing it in two and shoving one half into her mouth. flipping hell, she needs to shut it. ]