Piper had read a book or two about Charles during her time at university, before she'd ever met him. Most of the 'research', if it could even be called that, was shaky at best, and she'd walked away with only a vague idea of who Lewis Carroll might have been.
But that had all changed once he'd walked into her life, given her a job and opened his home to her. This man, he was wonderful and kind and generous. He was funny and smart and so good, she couldn't believe that people had ever thought those terrible things about him. It truly boggled her mind sometimes.
"Charles," she said, taking his hand. "I don't want you to do anything you don't feel comfortable with. If you want to wait, I can wait. I'm not going anywhere. You know that, right?"
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Date: 2013-08-03 07:31 am (UTC)But that had all changed once he'd walked into her life, given her a job and opened his home to her. This man, he was wonderful and kind and generous. He was funny and smart and so good, she couldn't believe that people had ever thought those terrible things about him. It truly boggled her mind sometimes.
"Charles," she said, taking his hand. "I don't want you to do anything you don't feel comfortable with. If you want to wait, I can wait. I'm not going anywhere. You know that, right?"