[ Listening to Ferdinand like this is familiar somehow. Part of her thinks it's a little like that time he came to her room to apologize, even if she'd been the one to hurt him. But that makes this easier, and makes picking the phone back up to look at him just as familiar as opening her door a crack. Except this time it's more than a crack, it's a wide open doorway, and she looks at him with wider eyes, all tears really gone after she'd had a moment to wipe her eyes dry. ]
Oh. Yes! I mean... Shall I... Maybe I should come over? [ She cringes, but at least she smiles a little. She's glad the suggestion came from him. ]
I'm sorry. I should have said all this to you in person. Then... I would have known that you're really really here.
[He's smiling at her to the point that his eyes crinkle, outshining the sorrow that lurked there, and he shakes his head at her apology.]
No, do not be sorry. No matter how you conveyed the news, I think that we would end up in each other's presence regardless. Even if it happens after the fact. I want to see you, too, Bernadetta. Let me come to you, instead.
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Oh. Yes! I mean... Shall I... Maybe I should come over? [ She cringes, but at least she smiles a little. She's glad the suggestion came from him. ]
I'm sorry. I should have said all this to you in person. Then... I would have known that you're really really here.
I want to see you, Ferdinand.
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No, do not be sorry. No matter how you conveyed the news, I think that we would end up in each other's presence regardless. Even if it happens after the fact. I want to see you, too, Bernadetta. Let me come to you, instead.