The gloved hand slowly slid away from his own warm one and fell back to her lap. Her green eyes fell back to the table, studying the numerous scratches and dents in the wood. He would forgive her so easily, but not if he knew what she had done. "I'm fine", she answered too quickly and tried to cover up any doubt with a weak smile. It was a stupid gesture especially when he was a telepath and could easily take what he wished from her thoughts. Hiding anything from him was a impossible, but she couldn't bare if he knew what she had done...almost with Sinister. How she had lured those kids down to the subway and removed her heart as punishment for attacking him, humilating him as she had when she had attempted to save them.
"No, he never-" She cut herself off, locking the answer back behind her lips.