"Yes," says Rosie. Something about it, about the simplicity of the answer or the gentle way Eponine asked the question, the immediacy of her response, feels like letting go of something. It's hard to tell, in the moment, whether it's a relief or not.
"It isn't as if I had lots of boyfriends before, just Nick, since we both know what David thought of our time together." She pulls a face, a quick flash of exaggerated disgust. "And I've certainly thought girls are pretty, and you and I had our whole..." With a faint, lopsided smile, she gestures vaguely at the space between them. Whatever they'd had, it had been too uncertain to define, lost and grown out of before either of them had known what to do with it. "But boyfriends are the only things I've had, and..."
Trailing off again, she looks down at the table, away from Eponine's patient and waiting expression. "I don't know if it makes a liar of me then, or a liar of me now, but either way I haven't been honest with someone."
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Date: 2021-04-23 06:34 pm (UTC)"It isn't as if I had lots of boyfriends before, just Nick, since we both know what David thought of our time together." She pulls a face, a quick flash of exaggerated disgust. "And I've certainly thought girls are pretty, and you and I had our whole..." With a faint, lopsided smile, she gestures vaguely at the space between them. Whatever they'd had, it had been too uncertain to define, lost and grown out of before either of them had known what to do with it. "But boyfriends are the only things I've had, and..."
Trailing off again, she looks down at the table, away from Eponine's patient and waiting expression. "I don't know if it makes a liar of me then, or a liar of me now, but either way I haven't been honest with someone."