At first, she didn't understand. How was it different? How could it be any different? This was Peter, so of course she didn't even fathom the idea that maybe he meant this was something serious. But then, as he went on, his words hit her like a ton of bricks. I can't be with you and be with him. What was that? That was. That was a relationship. A real relationship. That wasn't Peter. Peter didn't do relationships. He flirted. He fucked. He had flings. But he did not have relationships.
As the reality of what he was saying really started to sink in, her eyes filled up with tears, but she didn't let them fall. Her head was spinning. This was too much. It was all way too much. She shook her head, "I-I can't..." she squeezed her eyes shut. "Just take me...wherever it is you're taking me."