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I think it had less to do with God and more to do with -- with her strength. And yours, too.

[ which isn't a forceful secularist argument, exactly. but she doesn't want jarvis to mistake this for mere chance. he'd been so very strong in that waiting room. and ana, for her part, had fought through surgery and recovery with grace and aplomb. peggy hadn't been there when she'd woken, but hearing the relief in jarvis's voice had been gratifying enough.

she holds tightly onto his hand now. offers it a squeeze. the rest -- the consequences, and what it means for the future of his little family -- is something he doesn't need to hear from her. he'll live it. in time. ]

Mister Jarvis. I am so very sorry. [ ... ] None of this would have happened if I hadn't allowed you to get wrapped up in SSR business.

[He shakes his bowed head, as if to jar free her apology.]

... It was my choice.

[And despite his choice, despite how carefully he thought he treaded the line between his home life and his work life, something terribly intersected at some point in this case of Whitney Frost -- Ana had come in, aware of everything, aiding them, and he supposes she'd... she'd become part of it, too. What was he to do, deny her her aid when the mission was in her very living area? But -- God, he's not sure what should have been done differently; he just knows something should have. He needs to know the full story.

To berate himself, of course, but also to know.]

What happened? Please, Miss Carter, I -- I... What happened?

[The hand around hers squeezes, a desperate bid for her knowledge.]

...It was Frost. [ peggy doesn't honey the news. what use is there in tempering the hardest truth at the heart of it all? ] She and her goons came to take Doctor Wilkes and -- and Ana was shot. Whitney Frost shot her.

[ with each new word, she squeezes jarvis's hand. there is a slow and earnest empathy in peggy's eyes. there is nothing which cuts more deeply, she knows, than that panic of a loved one in crisis -- and you can't help them.

but she wants to skip over the blame, the anger, the revenge. she's quick to go on: ] Howard is further along than both of us. He assures me she's up and well. [ ... ] Don't hold his silence against him. I asked that he let me be the one to tell you.

[There is no doubt a familiar sort of darkness that grosses the lines of his face -- the gleam of his eyes -- when Whitney Frost is mentioned. No, not just mentioned, but verified as his number one enemy. He is a man of easy forgiveness, for many things. He is no stranger to being allied with people who had originally been out to get him -- the SSR was proof enough. But to go after his wife... it is the way to unwind that venomous coil in him, that capability of great anger and want for justice.

But it's all still too fresh to process. The look passes, and when she mentions Howard, he looks to her. Now, he looks tired. His eyes are wet and he looks defeated; there's no one here to focus that anger on, because Frost is not here. So he aims it inward, on himself, because he is partly to blame.

No matter how anyone else cuts it.

He has failed, in this future, as as a husband.]

I was supposed to protect her. I told her I would... keep her safe.

This isn't supposed to happen. I must've -- made some error, somewhere down the line.

[He's usually more careful than this. He's always careful about Ana's wellbeing.]

[ peggy knows precisely what that error is. she knows it as certainly as she knows the darkness that crosses his eyes. it's these bloody 'adventures' as he calls them. and peggy had since after called them larks. the argument sits stale and unhappy in the back of her throat. ]

Mister Jarvis. I am sincerely sorry I did not tell you sooner. [ only...how could she? given the nature of these last few months. given the conflict he doesn't yet know has happened. ]

But take heart that she is well and that you were there for her every step of her recovery. [ barring that vengeful detour, peggy knows. ]

[He shakes his head.]

No, It's fine. I mean, it's not... But it's not...

I'm... not sure how I would say... How to...

[He's having a hard time forming coherent thought, forgive him.

He doesn't seem to remember how to function at the moment.]

Hush. You needn't say anything. Not right now -- and certainly not to me.

[ she doesn't deserve such consideration after what's passed between the pair of them back home. peggy rises from her crouch, yes, but only so she can instead drop her hands firmly on jarvis's shoulders.

steady. supportive. ]

You don't have to stay here. At the bistro, that is. I can take you back to the Tourist.

[He nods weakly, his shoulders slouching under her touch.]

... I can't stay here. I'm just --

[He feels like he can't think; he feels his eyes burn again, just as he'd fought back control. This is no good -- he can't concern his crewmates, coming in so upset. He can't. He has work to do there, and he can't do it with their concern aimed at his back.]

... I don't want the Tourist to worry. Could I... I mean, if you don't mind, could I stay on the Starstruck? Just for the day; I'll be alright, if I can manage a day.

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...Of course.

[ she doesn't yet guide him onto his feet. peggy's certain he's not ready for it. instead, she chucks a finger under his chin and lifts his head up, up, up so that she might bring back a touch of poise. ]

You are always welcome aboard my ship, Mister Jarvis. No matter what the circumstances. Spend the night, if you like.

[He looks at her with a tired frown, though there's at least some recognition in his eyes other than that sort of dead, miserable stare -- recognition that she's trying her best to make this a bit easier.]

Thank you for -- telling me.

It wouldn't have been fair for her, if I... went along happily... not knowing.

I rather doubt she'd see it that way, Mister Jarvis. [ a soft huff -- it's nowhere near laughter, except that it kind of is. ] I suspect I'd get a severe dressing down from your Ana if she thought for a second I'd plagued you with problems you can't solve.

Yes, well... I appreciate it, regardless.

[He looks down at their feet, his own scuffing aimlessly.]

I just wish there was something I could do, other than standing around dumbly.

[She knows well enough, how much he can't sit still after the fact--

And who he sets his focus on, as well as his aim.]

[ only now does she pull him upright. a gentle tug -- urging him to stand alongside her. ]

Standing is a start. [ peggy promises him. ] We'll work on the dumbly bit in due time.

[He breathes out. Breathes in.

It will take a long time before it ever feels like enough air. He squeezes her sleeve in hand softly.]

... In due time.

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