Slowly, the rapid pace of her heartbeat started to slow and her body started to relax, or rather slump, against Peter. Taking a slow, deep breath, Angela loosened her grip on Peter, pulling back and peering down at his shoulder, moving her hand to gently wipe away whatever tears were puddled and hadn't soaked into the fabric before raising her hand to wipe away the stray tears on her cheeks.
"I should have known better," Angela said quietly. "I had anticipated a nice, civil conversation." Well, not so much, nice, but at least not ripe with mental and emotional manipulation. That was her shtick, after all. "But I suppose I ended up getting a bit more than I bargained for."