Abby had thought it might be something along those lines but that doesn't stop what he says from hitting her hard. Not just any old memory, huh. The memory. That fucking night...
She wonders, perversely, if he saw it all play out from her perspective. Pressed into the ground, a knee on her back, writhing and spitting and cursing and crying.
She's gone quiet and stiff. It takes her a moment to come back, from the cabin.
"Thanks for telling me," is brusque. He very easily could have kept it to himself and didn't necessarily have to tell her about any of it. After a moment she adds, "Does this change anything between us?"
The two of them, her and Vanya, aren't best friends or anything, but they are colleagues. They work together and Abby's always thought well of him. If he's decided he wants to avoid her from now on that's... It's something she wants to know now rather than finding out later on. She doesn't look especially happy about it. Her jaw is rigid.
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She wonders, perversely, if he saw it all play out from her perspective. Pressed into the ground, a knee on her back, writhing and spitting and cursing and crying.
She's gone quiet and stiff. It takes her a moment to come back, from the cabin.
"Thanks for telling me," is brusque. He very easily could have kept it to himself and didn't necessarily have to tell her about any of it. After a moment she adds, "Does this change anything between us?"
The two of them, her and Vanya, aren't best friends or anything, but they are colleagues. They work together and Abby's always thought well of him. If he's decided he wants to avoid her from now on that's... It's something she wants to know now rather than finding out later on. She doesn't look especially happy about it. Her jaw is rigid.