She needs to know what’s going on. I don’t think she’s in danger, but I didn’t think that you were in danger either.

[ fuck. He doesn’t like how those words feel coming out of his mouth. ]

We tell her that you were attacked, that it made you sick and that you’ll need a few days to recover. And she’ll ask questions, and we answer them properly. She’s too fucking clever for her own good, she’ll know if anything’s kept from her. And knowing that’ll scare her worse than any of this would.