[The doomed Godzilla voyage--so around the time of her doomed voyage home, then. She gives him an easy out with his struggles to hold eye contact, gazing out at the stream, digesting his version of events. There's no clear way to feel about Peter--about what he's been through, about what he's going through, about the kind of danger he'd unknowingly brought into the house--but she can't be angry he hadn't sat her down and bared every gory detail.
After all, if anyone has a right to be angry about people not being upfront, he could easily make the case she's the worse offender between the two of them. After all, the clues and hints--the weird social media profiles Deerington had cooked up for him; his erratic, violent episodes--had been piling up way earlier than that, and she hadn't confronted him then, either. She hadn't pressed him to see a doctor when he'd refused. She'd left him alone, and he'd left her alone, and she can see the selfish neglect behind all those times she'd looked away and gone on acting like she didn't see him: the desire to avoid dealing with something she didn't know how to deal with.]
I remember.
[It's matter-of-fact sounding. She remembers how he was on the ship, of waking up and trying to talk to him. And then she'd gotten busy with her own bullshit.
What forgiveness she has any claim to, she gives with a sidelong look and the same matter-of-fact inflection:]
no subject
After all, if anyone has a right to be angry about people not being upfront, he could easily make the case she's the worse offender between the two of them. After all, the clues and hints--the weird social media profiles Deerington had cooked up for him; his erratic, violent episodes--had been piling up way earlier than that, and she hadn't confronted him then, either. She hadn't pressed him to see a doctor when he'd refused. She'd left him alone, and he'd left her alone, and she can see the selfish neglect behind all those times she'd looked away and gone on acting like she didn't see him: the desire to avoid dealing with something she didn't know how to deal with.]
I remember.
[It's matter-of-fact sounding. She remembers how he was on the ship, of waking up and trying to talk to him. And then she'd gotten busy with her own bullshit.
What forgiveness she has any claim to, she gives with a sidelong look and the same matter-of-fact inflection:]
I didn't ask.