Her hand tensed in his at his mention of their feelings and she pulled it slowly from his grasp, letting her hands fall into her lap. She looked down at the table. She would not talk about that. It was a forbidden topic. Saying it once had been bad enough, but at least it was out there, now. It wasn't something she had to worry about as much anymore. But saying it again? Talking about it? Not an option. That was what tonight was supposed to be about. She didn't need to talk about her feelings with him. She could love him, be with him, and he'd just...know. At least, she hoped that was how it would work.
"I think it's pretty obvious that it wasn't pleasant for me, either," she said at last. "I just...I don't do the big talks, okay?" she said baldly. The look she shot him was pained, begging him not to push her on the issue. "I came back, I stayed, that's enough, right?"
Meg took another small sip of wine, more for something to do than to really enjoy the drink. She'd been doing the best she could. She'd stayed with him, done her best not to snip or pick fights, hadn't even pushed him to have sex again. She was trying harder at this than she'd ever tried for anything or anyone in her history. Being "normal" with him was infinitely more difficult than working her way through the ranks in Hell had been. But, oddly, she felt like the rewards were better. Even when those rewards were limited to a soft touch on her shoulder, or a half smile in her direction.