Why was she blinking, looking up at the suddenly unfocused sky, as though she might start crying? Why did a single touch, one that was far more than professional, but actually comforting, make it feel so much bigger than someone she had only met so shortly ago?
Mary Margaret shook her head, quickly, breathing in, not looking to him directly. She settled for, finally, "I have to be. I already put in my letter. And he's just...confused."
No. That wasn't good enough. She had to say it. "Married."
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Date: 2012-03-25 08:46 pm (UTC)Mary Margaret shook her head, quickly, breathing in, not looking to him directly. She settled for, finally, "I have to be. I already put in my letter. And he's just...confused."
No. That wasn't good enough. She had to say it. "Married."