"It's not," Karen says, quick and soft and instinctive, shaking her head. "Too much pressure, I mean. It's not." It's practically what she'd just been thinking herself, if from a different point of view. Back in New York, she'd lost nearly everything, despite her own best efforts to salvage what she could. Nelson and Murdock had collapsed, Foggy and Matt gone their separate ways with it, the latter effectively cutting her out, and Frank really became the Punisher, killing the one man who could have given them answers. She had her newfound job at the Bulletin, but that's about all she had going for her.
Here, it's different. Even when she feels so spread thin that she could drop from exhaustion, it's like she has a purpose, and that's all the more reason for her not to give up any of the things she's doing. They all mean too much to her for that. More than that, she has people she cares about again, who care about her in turn. Where everything with Matt crashed and burned, it's been the opposite with John, simple and steady and building up to what seems only like its obvious conclusion. He has secrets, but so does she, and there aren't lies and excuses, nothing getting in the way of what they're trying to be to each other.
Every once in a while, she catches herself thinking that she could tell him everything and he would understand. The odds are good that she won't, but there's an odd sort of comfort in the notion of being with someone who'd get where she's coming from, with whom she wouldn't have to hide everything if she didn't want to. It's what drew her to Frank a little, too, but it's made all the more difference with John. It isn't just some inexplicable, circumstantial bond here. It's something deeper than that, something like she's never really had before.
"I..." She leans towards him, forward against his, but decides again that it isn't worth putting such significant words to it at a time like this. "I don't really know what I'd be doing here, either. And not just because you gave me a job."
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Here, it's different. Even when she feels so spread thin that she could drop from exhaustion, it's like she has a purpose, and that's all the more reason for her not to give up any of the things she's doing. They all mean too much to her for that. More than that, she has people she cares about again, who care about her in turn. Where everything with Matt crashed and burned, it's been the opposite with John, simple and steady and building up to what seems only like its obvious conclusion. He has secrets, but so does she, and there aren't lies and excuses, nothing getting in the way of what they're trying to be to each other.
Every once in a while, she catches herself thinking that she could tell him everything and he would understand. The odds are good that she won't, but there's an odd sort of comfort in the notion of being with someone who'd get where she's coming from, with whom she wouldn't have to hide everything if she didn't want to. It's what drew her to Frank a little, too, but it's made all the more difference with John. It isn't just some inexplicable, circumstantial bond here. It's something deeper than that, something like she's never really had before.
"I..." She leans towards him, forward against his, but decides again that it isn't worth putting such significant words to it at a time like this. "I don't really know what I'd be doing here, either. And not just because you gave me a job."