Her gaze flickered up to him, and she was quiet for a moment. "I just... I don't understand how you could have possibly thought that what you did was okay," she replied, clearing her throat.
His words did not seem to reassure her. "Francis, that's been a thing for you in the past," she said, her voice suddenly going faint. "You... I mean, you would pick fights with people and not fully realize the implications of what you were doing until after the fact." She bit her lip before continuing. "And now you've done it to me, and I don't... I don't know how to process that information."
He was quiet, obviously deep in thought. "I.. I'm so sorry Poppy. I know I can't make it up to you but I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."
She looked over at him, her hand trembling as she tentatively reached over to put her hand on his back. "Maybe... I don't know... maybe you could talk to someone..."
He shrugged away. "I thought that I would just be able to fix myself." He shuddered. "Nothing worked. Maybe I'll see someone. I might."
She hesitated, dropping her hand. "I don't... I mean..." She exhaled, shaking her head. "I mean, God. We have kids, you know? And... I don't know what this is, but it scares me to think that our babies are going to be around it."
She fell silent, looking down at her tightly clasped hands. "I always knew that you had this," she said quietly. "This behavior. I just... I never thought it would be used against me. Now that it is, I'm just trying to figure out how to respond."
She shrugged, clearly uncomfortable. "Depends on which time you're talking about. This is beside the point, though. I've always come to terms with this stuff because I always thought you wouldn't do it to people you loved."
She hesitated, looking over at him. "Tell me that you don't think it will happen again, and I'd believe you," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "If that's what you believe, then I can try to believe you."
