[He scoffs, just a touch, a momentary roll of his head from one side to another. The word really hangs unspoken in the air, the exasperation it carries nearly palpable—but then again, so too is the question yet unasked, but implied.
She's smarter than that. Rip knows it, and when he looks once more at Peggy there's a tightness in his lips that hadn't been there prior. If she'd rather not answer then she can say as much, but honestly. To act as if there's nothing written between the lines, as if what he's said it merely an observation and nothing beyond.
It's not exactly a pleasant sort of dance.]
So let's discuss it now. [It may work against her in the end, however. Avoidance tells its own story, and Rip leans forward, elbows rested on his knees as he spells out what he would like to have answered.] Why didn't you shoot me that day? Turn me over to the Legends; you've already mentioned that Dr. Palmer had addressed the issue with you. Certainly it would've been the safer call.
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She's smarter than that. Rip knows it, and when he looks once more at Peggy there's a tightness in his lips that hadn't been there prior. If she'd rather not answer then she can say as much, but honestly. To act as if there's nothing written between the lines, as if what he's said it merely an observation and nothing beyond.
It's not exactly a pleasant sort of dance.]
So let's discuss it now. [It may work against her in the end, however. Avoidance tells its own story, and Rip leans forward, elbows rested on his knees as he spells out what he would like to have answered.] Why didn't you shoot me that day? Turn me over to the Legends; you've already mentioned that Dr. Palmer had addressed the issue with you. Certainly it would've been the safer call.