"Liked isn't the word I would use," he said flatly, and while he might have claimed to have never lied to her, that hadn't stopped him from all those little lies of omission. The lies he told himself, which she had always been too foolish, or too astute, to believe.
"I was," he agreed, willing now to admit his mistakes. "I should have told you. It's better, that you remembered it on your own, but that wasn't my decision to make."
The tightly curled fists he held at his slides slowly unfurled.
"And you do remember it, don't you? And more, after."
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"I was," he agreed, willing now to admit his mistakes. "I should have told you. It's better, that you remembered it on your own, but that wasn't my decision to make."
The tightly curled fists he held at his slides slowly unfurled.
"And you do remember it, don't you? And more, after."