I wish that I had someone who would be there for me and I could be there for him… we could just dive into it together. …
This is the man I told you about, the one who’s been keeping you safe.
…Are you sure?
Can we just talk about the range of emotion that crosses her face when he tells her this? For a moment, it almost mirrors the panic and hurt she felt when he told her the first time (Are you a part of this?). And even though she’s forgiven him, the reminder that he kept something like this from her for so long is still fresh and still stings. But then it’s like she forces herself to remember that he’s not keeping anything from her anymore. They’ve agreed, no more secrets. He’s trying, and she’s trying, and so she clamps down on those old impulses, and tries to move past it all and for the first time really listens to what he has to say.