Owen looked up at her, managing a very weak smile before stepping into the room. He wasn't sure how to start this conversation which was probably one of the reasons that they'd never had it before now.
"Fancy," Owen drawled before turning to face her. "Why didn't you ever talk to me?" He demanded after a moment. "You could have talked to me instead of dosing some...some stranger into a psychotic break."
That had hurt more than anything, more than the betrayals, more than knowing that she had planned out all of this as a fail safe just in case they had found out about what she had been doing.