For what seemed like a good long while, Jack was silent. Processing.
Ought he apologise more? And if he did then what good would that do? Would there really be any point? It felt like empty words at this stage. What was done was done, and even time couldn't undo that.
Again, his glance fell towards hers.
"Why didn't you say something?" he said, his voice a half whisper. But he didn't really expect an answer. He shook his head.
And right at that moment, a waiter appeared, thrust a tray between them and asked "Vol au vents?"
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Date: 2010-07-07 10:11 pm (UTC)Ought he apologise more? And if he did then what good would that do? Would there really be any point? It felt like empty words at this stage. What was done was done, and even time couldn't undo that.
Again, his glance fell towards hers.
"Why didn't you say something?" he said, his voice a half whisper. But he didn't really expect an answer. He shook his head.
And right at that moment, a waiter appeared, thrust a tray between them and asked "Vol au vents?"