She nods as he speaks, little bobs of her head, though the quality of her gaze, the firmness and certainty of it, does not waiver.
"I get why you kept it secret," she says. "But you're right. You should have told me. Or Liz should have. I was owed that much."
Her lips part as she nearly spills what else she knows, but the train comes to a halt and she's already made a decision. She's on her feet and still holding his hand, hasn't let it go in all this time, and she's tugging him to his feet.
"I don't want to have the rest of this talk here," she says. "Come on. Back to mine? Or yours. I don't care. I just... I need some quiet."
Some privacy. Some normalcy. Some chance to let it just be her and Guerin and nothing else for a little while. If she can't have that, she'll survive, but that's what she prefers.
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"I get why you kept it secret," she says. "But you're right. You should have told me. Or Liz should have. I was owed that much."
Her lips part as she nearly spills what else she knows, but the train comes to a halt and she's already made a decision. She's on her feet and still holding his hand, hasn't let it go in all this time, and she's tugging him to his feet.
"I don't want to have the rest of this talk here," she says. "Come on. Back to mine? Or yours. I don't care. I just... I need some quiet."
Some privacy. Some normalcy. Some chance to let it just be her and Guerin and nothing else for a little while. If she can't have that, she'll survive, but that's what she prefers.