Edric did not really care where Mrs. Harding was staying as long as she wasn't on the streets begging for food. (At least he and Febs were in a position where they could take her on permanently, and that was assuming she would accept the offer considering that their marriage had caused the Lynch family to fire her).
What he did care about was figuring out what they planned to do—and judging by her bluntness, February seemed aware of that. Clucking his tongue, Edric leaned forward in his chair. "People have been asking, Febs. About our marriage, about our living arrangement, about an annulment," Edric began, struggling to swallow the heavy lump in his throat. "I just want to make sure that... you can live with this. Me. The gossip. I don't want you suffering." Truth be told, she would suffer no matter whether they annulled their marriage or not; though he'd deflowered her months before their marriage, the public now assumed she was no longer innocent. No matter what they did, she would never be free from scandal, from scrutiny.
What he did care about was figuring out what they planned to do—and judging by her bluntness, February seemed aware of that. Clucking his tongue, Edric leaned forward in his chair. "People have been asking, Febs. About our marriage, about our living arrangement, about an annulment," Edric began, struggling to swallow the heavy lump in his throat. "I just want to make sure that... you can live with this. Me. The gossip. I don't want you suffering." Truth be told, she would suffer no matter whether they annulled their marriage or not; though he'd deflowered her months before their marriage, the public now assumed she was no longer innocent. No matter what they did, she would never be free from scandal, from scrutiny.
— set by MJ! —