[The words are still cold, still almost emotionless. If she thought he had any idea that she really could love him, that his hope of what might have become of the night before Geneva, or Brazil, would really come to pass, she was being an idiot.
He had no idea if she would love him the way he'd struggled not to love her.]
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[The words are still cold, still almost emotionless. If she thought he had any idea that she really could love him, that his hope of what might have become of the night before Geneva, or Brazil, would really come to pass, she was being an idiot.
He had no idea if she would love him the way he'd struggled not to love her.]
What, do you plan on doing about her?