Amelia’s teeth had enclosed her bottom lip as she waited for Peter’s response, surprised to find herself nervous about what he would say. Why did she care so much? She had pushed plenty of other people away in this exact manner, but she had never dwelled on it. Some had been unfortunate to lose because it would upset her mother – for example, when she did it to her “suitors” – but on the whole, Amelia rarely lamented the loss of another person. Not since Raoul left.
Amelia had been so close to Raoul, foolishly close. She had depended on him to be the light in her day, the person she told all her secrets to. He had helped her bear up against their parents’ intense laundry list of demands, and helped her to rebel in small ways – building tree houses in the orchard, hiding away clothes that Antoinette had wanted to throw away, stealing their father’s research notebook and trying out a few of the experimental spells. He had been the one person Amelia had always been close to, and because of their relationship, Amelia had given slightly more credit to humanity as a whole.
When Raoul left, though, Amelia realized quickly how foolhardy it had been to place so much faith in another person. Other people are unpredictable; they make decisions that are the best for themselves, but not necessarily for you. That is exactly what Raoul did when he disappeared, and since then, Amelia had vowed not to let herself get that close to anyone again. She had slipped up with Elijah, tricked herself into believing there could be someone to fill Raoul’s place, but she was wrong. Elijah did exactly what Raoul did – walked out of her life, and not even for as worthy a reason.
So what was this reliance on Peter’s answer about? Amelia wanted to convince herself not to care, to blame this waiting with baited breath on the fact that Peter had just defended her to his friends, and that she owed him something for that. That was it, she assured herself. She didn’t want to leave owing him anything.
But when Peter reached across the table and covered her free hand with his, Amelia’s logical thought process came to a screeching halt. He began to speak, still not looking at her, but he was saying what Amelia was waiting to hear. He had accepted what she said, understood at least part of the message she had been trying to convey. And further, he believed Amelia had gotten something more out of his disclosure.
Understand you? I don’t understand you at all, Amelia wanted to say, to stop Peter from believing something that wasn’t true. She had merely observed something about Peter, the way she observed everyone around her. She was perceptive, yes, but in separating herself so much from human relationships, Amelia had come to a severe disadvantage in understanding other people’s emotions.
Amelia’s mind was prompting her to say this. Her self-defensiveness was encouraging her to yank her hand away from Peter, the way she pulled away from everyone else that tried to invade her personal space. That type of physical proximity conveyed a type of closeness she always tried to avoid. But despite all of these instinctual reactions to Peter’s gesture and response, there was something else that kept her from acting on them. Something she could not define, but also could not ignore.
So instead, she left her hand where it was and said, perhaps with slight hesitation, “You’re welcome.”