[He doesn't know that, and her words pause the glass at his lips. After a moment he drops his hand to hold it in his lap, still untouched.]
Wouldn't blame you if you didn't.
[He's certain at least that trust is hard for her. That things won't slip away or otherwise let her down. And he's fairly certain, now, that for all the times she's tried to trust him she never quite made it past the belief something would eventually break down. All he's done is the last thing he ever wanted: proved her right.
Even here, where he could assume she just means the drink, he wouldn't blame her for adding up the one plus one of his last visits and letting them equal two.]
it seems that all my bridges have been burned, you say that's just how this grace thing works
Wouldn't blame you if you didn't.
[He's certain at least that trust is hard for her. That things won't slip away or otherwise let her down. And he's fairly certain, now, that for all the times she's tried to trust him she never quite made it past the belief something would eventually break down. All he's done is the last thing he ever wanted: proved her right.
Even here, where he could assume she just means the drink, he wouldn't blame her for adding up the one plus one of his last visits and letting them equal two.]