Harry blinked at Berry's nonchalant reaction. He didn't know whether to feel relieved or to feel invalidated at what he just heard. Was she just coping somehow? Maybe just compartmentalizing it all away just so she wouldn't have to think about it? It just didn't make any sense. Why would she be this calm?
"I see…" Harry trailed off, still in disbelief at Berry's response. "Are you… sure about that though? You're not disgusted with me or something?"
"Why would I?" Berry smiled. "It's all in the past. How many times do I have to tell you that?"
"I… I suppose so…."
He found himself leaning his back against the couch. For some reason, he just couldn't help but feel like he got away with murder. She didn't even judge or even admonish him. Instead, she just accepted him like it was something as insignificant as a fly. It just didn't feel right…
In front of him, Berry sighed. "Still not convinced then? I'm not lying when I say that I don't care."
