She'd always felt there was something to be sorry for. It was her way, apologising for slights she'd not committed in a hope to be forgiven for everything. In hope of being accepted. He'd recognised that, but then, Jack always had. "I'm learning that too," she said, her cheek warm against his.
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Date: 2008-04-10 12:51 am (UTC)