So it was as he suspected. Faustus looked down at his teacup, watching the swirl of the tea as he listened to her response. And she hadn't even been able to say goodbye to them, a pain which Faustus himself had known all too well. Before he'd taken the hand of his late wife, she had been long since departed, and the pain of it was only soothed by the fact that he had born a son. "I'm terribly sorry, Miss Skovgaard." He murmured gently, looking from his tea to her again.
A small smile quirked at his lips, though it wasn't terribly humorous. "It's so dreadful, not being able to say goodbye." But then, of course, he didn't have to say that, as it was evident they had both had to live through that experience. After a weighted pause in which he ran the pad of his thumb along the side of the teacup, Faustus spoke again. "And Im sorry to have brought the conversation down." He gave her another wan smile. "I shall promise that next time I won't bring up such painful memories for you. Especially after the weekend you've had."
The words just slipped out, surprising him, but in equal measure also making him realize that he would very much like to see Miss Skovgaard again.
A small smile quirked at his lips, though it wasn't terribly humorous. "It's so dreadful, not being able to say goodbye." But then, of course, he didn't have to say that, as it was evident they had both had to live through that experience. After a weighted pause in which he ran the pad of his thumb along the side of the teacup, Faustus spoke again. "And Im sorry to have brought the conversation down." He gave her another wan smile. "I shall promise that next time I won't bring up such painful memories for you. Especially after the weekend you've had."
The words just slipped out, surprising him, but in equal measure also making him realize that he would very much like to see Miss Skovgaard again.