sandandwater

Well, there's that out in the open, at least. One of Pippa's eyebrows arches slightly at the near-casual way he mentions his orientation. Not that it was of much concern to her, not after their phone calls and their shared kisses and of course his revelations that just took place in her living room. She does wince, however, at the mention of his mother's faith. "That must have been difficult for you too...I guess she came terms with it though?"

Pippa shifts in her seat, uncomfortable with the way he's regarding her, with his words and the implied question he hasn't yet asked. She entwines her fingers with his, grasping his hand because she expects him to pull away even though it's the last thing she wants. "I embarrassed them."

Playing with the edge of the place mat in front of her, Pippa swallows nervously then presses her free hand flat against the table's surface. Right, out with it. If he thinks ill of you for what you have to tell him, that's his problem. "I got pregnant at eighteen and I refused to tell them who the father was. I insisted on carrying it to term and I dropped out of the university I had been attending."

That's the concise telling of the matter and the look she gives him makes it clear that she'll only elaborate if asked.