"I did," she said simply, twisting the handkerchief in her hands. The wind tugged at her hair and she turned, facing into the chilly breeze, wiping at her nose and eyes.
She looked at him then, standing there, and she thought he looked uncomfortable. Uneasy? With her? No wonder, really. Peter had been around for some pretty uncomfortable moments. Testing her when she'd thought she was sick. Watching Svindle tell her she wasn't, and that she was only pregnant. Only. Finding her, sobbing over Neville... Mandy bit her lip. She'd begged him to do something.
Even though she'd known...
She twisted the fabric in her hands again, moving a little on the bench in case he wanted to sit, but looking off in the distance as she spoke. "I've put you in some pretty awful situations lately. Not just while I was sick, but..." She paused, managing a breath, then soldiered on. "...but in the stairwell. With Neville." Mandy looked up at Peter.
"I knew he was gone, but I couldn't believe it. Couldn't let myself believe it... I asked you to do something and there wasn't anything to be done, and you tried anyway. I know that... and I'm grateful. And sorry..."