Liz was probably going to die right along Peter, though she was very aware what he just did and she had to resist the urge to reach out and silently thank him with a simple touch. Instead, she kept her hands in her lap and tried to keep looking up despite desperately wanting to do the same thing Peter was doing right now.
She wet her lips and took in a breath. What could she say? She had no idea. She knew she was working against a lot of things.
"I don't want to be..." She paused. She was going to say Annie like Annie wasn't there, but the girl was. Liz forced herself to look at the girl. "I don't want to be your mom, Annie. She... she's not someone who can be replaced. She's special. I just..."
She just what? It would be a lie to say that sometimes she didn't picture a future with Peter that yes, involved kids.
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Date: 2018-11-22 05:30 am (UTC)She wet her lips and took in a breath. What could she say? She had no idea. She knew she was working against a lot of things.
"I don't want to be..." She paused. She was going to say Annie like Annie wasn't there, but the girl was. Liz forced herself to look at the girl. "I don't want to be your mom, Annie. She... she's not someone who can be replaced. She's special. I just..."
She just what? It would be a lie to say that sometimes she didn't picture a future with Peter that yes, involved kids.
"I want to try to get along."