"I still remember how you looked at me, when you looked through me and doubted me." She wondered then how he would have felt that she had his kids then, when he thought she was the rat. The writing was on the wall that day. It had been plain on his face - that doubt. That he could dismiss her loyalty so quickly and easily...all in an instance and she had forgiven him. Had pushed aside the deep hurt she had felt when all her boys had thought she could betray them, that the man she loved most of all could look away from her and feel that she could have ever been a traitor. It felt belittling and it angered her. How was it that he could not want to hold her and kiss her and be happy she was back when she was glad to be here with him, to forgive him, to carry on with a life that they were supposed to go through together.
Teagan absolutely saw his response as cold. For all the things for him to hold over her, especially now. She wanted HIM. She wanted reassurance that he loved her, that her fight to get here was worth it. If he was here then it felt thin. How much stuff did they have to work out? She didn't know. It sounded ominous. To her it felt like he was shifting away from her, that she made one mistake and he was damning her for it.
The touch to her face was seering and it only made her more concerned. She wouldn't say as much but she was paranoid. Had he moved on? Teagan turned her face into his palm and kissed the callouses she remembered. She was scared. Maybe even more scared than she had been in the tunnels. At least then she'd had a cause. Now she wasn't sure what she had.