bottom of the deep blue sea

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet Phoebe simply shrugged at his response. She knew this was why he did it. It didn’t make her any more or less like him though. Being this way did not give her greater empathy than she had before. That much hadn’t changed, there was simply…less of her. At the sound of her name she looked over at him, face as blank as it had been before. His offer – whatever she wanted – rang hollow in her ears. It was a poorly constructed offer, one built from the need to soothe his own insecurity over how she was at present – that she was not as bright as he remembered her. And so she sought to test him instead. ”Since you’re offering to do whatever I want, then marry me.” she said softly, already anticipating the direction this would go.