Better to Ask Forgiveness

”Oh.” she said, feeling a bit guilty that she was happy he didn’t see Amalia very often. She was even more pleased that he seemed so blasé about it. Maybe she was getting concerned and jealous over nothing…in fact that actually seemed very likely. Phoebe blinked at him, confused. A…a joke? ”Sorry…it’s hard to tell I guess because you do talk down about yourself a lot you know.” It made it difficult to tell when he was joking from when he was serious. She didn’t like how poorly he seemed to think of himself when she thought the world of him. She sighed and sat next to the tub, since his clothes were soaking and there wasn’t much else to do. The way he looked at her made her cheeks flush, and his words had her smile brightening. ”I think you give me more credit than I deserve.” she said with a smile. ”A farmer’s love? Any old farmer? Eh.” she said and shrugged before smirking a little. ”Yours though, I cherish.” she said, her own tone and expression conveying his feelings were not unrequited. Phoebe I'll be your shoulder when you cry