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Well, I wouldn't say I loved her. Lover in a sense of... uhh He shrugged shyly, knowing very well how it all sounded. Young passion, I suppose. Not to mention not feeling anything would make any kind of passion die off pretty quickly, especially if it had barely any foundation to it to begin with. I had three years before I met you. His tone was more obviously joking, jovial, light, not wanting to sound accusatory as if she might think it was always only about her.

As she started sharing her own little story, he remained quiet. Studying Ira as she spoke to try and read her features, expressions- and as usual, she was tough to read even for the most skilled individuals in body linguistics. All of it made sense, it explained her demeanor too he supposed, in a way. I see. That's very tough for a child. I wish I could do more than say I'm sorry for how they treated you and your sibling. He really didn't have much else to add on the topic, especially since like she - the past was the past, a lesson and nothing more.