[If she wasn't already worried about Peter from the start of this story, she is by the time he reaches this point. When he looks away to fiddle with his tools, she can tell something bad is coming, and her own expression sobers.
She's still not quite ready for that shoe to drop, though. There's a prolonged silence after as she just absorbs what he's saying and the gravity of what it must have meant to him. When he voice does finally come, it's quiet and full of sympathy.]
Peter... I'm so sorry. [He says it was a few months ago, but she can't imagine recovering from something like that in only a few months. It's her turn now to feel uncertain about all of this.] ...Are you sure you want to be talking about this?
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She's still not quite ready for that shoe to drop, though. There's a prolonged silence after as she just absorbs what he's saying and the gravity of what it must have meant to him. When he voice does finally come, it's quiet and full of sympathy.]
Peter... I'm so sorry. [He says it was a few months ago, but she can't imagine recovering from something like that in only a few months. It's her turn now to feel uncertain about all of this.] ...Are you sure you want to be talking about this?