She wiped her face with the back of her hand. "How can it be different? Either you do or you don't - I don't understand, Atlas. How can it be both?"
Minerva looked up from where she sat, her face open with confusion and hurt. She wished she hadn't known any of this. Why did he have to tell her? Why couldn't it have just remained silent, and she and him could have continued to have fun without her knowing...this.
"I don't know what to say anymore," she whispered.