Her eyes lower, her grimace slight. Frowning. It has been all this time, surely she would know how to start. But she hadn't planned for this, not now or ever. To ever let him know just what she was. What - like she wasn't a person. Like this lie went that far. But then, she remembered, the day she had been dropped into his office and spoken of her own home as she knew it, how he had looked at her. But it hadn't stopped him from taking her in, accepting her, loving her.

When she looks up again, there is for the first time, in so many years - regret. Pain. "Would you have believed me? Before this?"