Persephone spoke without looking at him, which made sense, considering the subject matter. “Well, I’m assuming by your distress it escalated then?” he prompted her, hearing the kettle whistling and getting up, and grabbing mugs and some tea satchets.
She waited for him to return, gratefully taking the offered tea with a nod of thanks. She waited, reliving the next moment to attempt to make sense of her own actions.
She shook her head and continued,” He made a comment about how I’ve always wanted my freedom and to just take it and enjoy it.” She paused again, feeling embarrassed that she hadn’t just left it at that.
She set the mug down on the table, looking over at Hermes. It was like a ritual with them, she would account the things that had happened, how she felt about them, and he would be supportive and try to calm her. It was exhausting just to think of how many times they had done this. Why had they done this so many times? Was she really such a slow learner?
"I snapped," she said finally," Just… not in my head this time… to him. I don’t know why I did it. It’s like I wanted to fight it… to tell him how much I hated his games. I couldn’t tell if his statement was genuine or teasing, and I just couldn’t accept it and walk away."
She let out a groan and looked back down at her tea, not wanting to see if her friend’s face showed he felt she was wrong. She felt like she was wrong, but if he agreed with her then it was all the more real.
"He was angry…. of course he was angry. Now, he’s all but made it clear that… " she let out a grunt of frustration and slammed her fist on the table," I’m such an idiot. I couldn’t just let it be."