"No," Mary Jane assured him, serious despite the fact that she wasn't sure the question would have been under any other circumstances. Now, there was no room for joking around, no time to waste when they had a few moments' privacy. "Not even close, actually, just, I -"
She cut herself off and swallowed, unsure how to even say this. For all she knew, she had made the worst judgment call of her life, and while she didn't really want to know if he thought she'd made a mistake, she couldn't keep second-guessing herself over it, either. She needed to get this over with, to hear, hopefully, that she hadn't ruined anything.
"When we got back, I was the only one of us in any state to talk to people," she continued, exhaling heavily. Reluctantly easing back, she took a seat again, instinctively about to reach for his hand but stopping just short of it, unsure if he'd want her to after he had tried to pull away before, or if it would be a good idea with what she was about to tell him. "I gave the statement to the IPD, and you were already unconscious, so I couldn't figure things out with you beforehand, and I had to think really fast..."
Closing her eyes a moment, she tipped her head back. "I told them that the man's name was Alton Hartford, that apparently he just snapped, and it was a random attack. You were just trying to save your girlfriend. I didn't think anyone should know that you knew each other back home, or that we'd known who he was for months. It seemed like the only thing to do, and... I just need to know if I really screwed things up or not."
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She cut herself off and swallowed, unsure how to even say this. For all she knew, she had made the worst judgment call of her life, and while she didn't really want to know if he thought she'd made a mistake, she couldn't keep second-guessing herself over it, either. She needed to get this over with, to hear, hopefully, that she hadn't ruined anything.
"When we got back, I was the only one of us in any state to talk to people," she continued, exhaling heavily. Reluctantly easing back, she took a seat again, instinctively about to reach for his hand but stopping just short of it, unsure if he'd want her to after he had tried to pull away before, or if it would be a good idea with what she was about to tell him. "I gave the statement to the IPD, and you were already unconscious, so I couldn't figure things out with you beforehand, and I had to think really fast..."
Closing her eyes a moment, she tipped her head back. "I told them that the man's name was Alton Hartford, that apparently he just snapped, and it was a random attack. You were just trying to save your girlfriend. I didn't think anyone should know that you knew each other back home, or that we'd known who he was for months. It seemed like the only thing to do, and... I just need to know if I really screwed things up or not."