the way we say goodbye

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead Phoebe allowed herself to find a small bit a amusement in what she assumed was embarrassment on his part. How awful for him, to have this little speck'o'sunshine tarnishing his perfectly shadey reputation. But she didn't let it show on her face, instead focusing on her cocoa or the water against the window panes or the cobwebs in the corner or literally anything else. Of course the truth wasn't enough for Hank. He wanted all the details. And so with a small sigh, she looked at Jata. It would he easy enough to come up with a myriad of very nasty things to say. With Hank's perception of them both, she could make Jata into a monster without much effort at all. But...she knew it wouldn't be truthful. It would only stoke the fires of old angry flames. And surely, the Phoebe who would have lived for the chance to so publicly demean him had been buried with the chrysalis from which she emerged. "He was charming. Protective. Fun." she said, looking at Frank with a small smile. "You should know people are much more complicated than they appear Hank. Sunjata just wasn't ready to accept that someone could see past the broodiness. And I was...young and stupid and needy. With plenty of things happening to me at the time." she added with a small shrug.