Emrys nodded. "Exactly." He frowned at a biscuit on a nearby tray, then picked it up and began shredding the edge of it into crumbs, slowly and deliberately. "It never occurred to me that she could be lying. Not when I married her. Not until —" He shrugged, a physical stand-in for the explanation he didn't want to give about what had happened (or rather, failed to happen) with her pregnancy. "— since then, I can't get rid of it."
The biscuit crumbs were making a small pile on the tabletop. "I can't just ask her," he said, helplessly. "There's no version of events where she says yes, I made it up. And — it's an impossible question to ask, if she didn't, isn't it? Because then it's a tragedy and I asked, and she knows that I wondered. How does it ever come back from that?"
The biscuit crumbs were making a small pile on the tabletop. "I can't just ask her," he said, helplessly. "There's no version of events where she says yes, I made it up. And — it's an impossible question to ask, if she didn't, isn't it? Because then it's a tragedy and I asked, and she knows that I wondered. How does it ever come back from that?"
Lou made this! <3