John squeezes her hand once more, reassured that she isn't about to have any sort of an attack of nerves at this point, before releasing her.
"Certainly with regards to follow-through on the threats of violence," he concedes. He considers asking her whether she has any brandy on hand, but that would be ill form. He raises a hand to gently press against the bruising on his face, wincing slightly at the sting, before letting out a sigh. He knows he needs to tell her something. Perhaps not the truth, but...
"I shared some information with your husband that he did not particularly approve of," he concedes.
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John squeezes her hand once more, reassured that she isn't about to have any sort of an attack of nerves at this point, before releasing her.
"Certainly with regards to follow-through on the threats of violence," he concedes. He considers asking her whether she has any brandy on hand, but that would be ill form. He raises a hand to gently press against the bruising on his face, wincing slightly at the sting, before letting out a sigh. He knows he needs to tell her something. Perhaps not the truth, but...
"I shared some information with your husband that he did not particularly approve of," he concedes.