"Oh." Her eyes abruptly filled with tears as she stared hard at the ground, and she swallowed around a lump. "That's a nice thing to hear. No one's said that to me before."
It was, it was the first time, Penelope thought faintly. The first time anyone had said those words to her because they wanted to, and not because they had to. She'd never imagined how it would feel to hear them, because she never imagined them being said in such a way to her. It felt much more overwhelming than she'd anticipated, in a difficult-to-breathe, about-to-sob, heart-pounding sort of way, although it was lovely. Overwhelmingly lovely.
Quickly dashing one stray tear away with her wrist, she said, "I love you, too," in a voice that she feared was much gummier than it ought to be, for making such declarations. Her heart felt a bit like it was in a vice, although she didn't know why that should be. It wasn't as if she hadn't thought such things to herself for a very long time. Penelope finally felt brave enough to look up at him, but not quite enough to tug his hand away. "Why are you sorry?"
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