He's not going to blame her for being wary of him still. He'd told her before that he was a dangerous man when he needed to be, and it seems she's gotten a glimpse of that side of him.
A sharp pang of regret shoots through him. The words are familiar, sort of, though they seem like something that happened a long time ago, or in a dream.
It sounds like something he would say, but he's got no reason to threaten her. They'd gotten along just fine so far, and he found her pleasant company. Certainly not...
Oh. That would explain it, wouldn't it. The scar around his neck suddenly feels tight, and he tugs at his turtleneck as though it would give him more air.
Very softly, he says, "I'm very sorry, Meredith. I think I thought you were someone else."
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A sharp pang of regret shoots through him. The words are familiar, sort of, though they seem like something that happened a long time ago, or in a dream.
It sounds like something he would say, but he's got no reason to threaten her. They'd gotten along just fine so far, and he found her pleasant company. Certainly not...
Oh. That would explain it, wouldn't it. The scar around his neck suddenly feels tight, and he tugs at his turtleneck as though it would give him more air.
Very softly, he says, "I'm very sorry, Meredith. I think I thought you were someone else."