[She laughs, then; not mocking, but in amused pleasure at his admission. It got to be boring.]

I'll always love you for your honesty, my Piper. You're not wrong, either. But there's another side to entropy; it's the compost new things grow out of, after all. Fresh time, new space. An infinity of second chances.

[Maybe it's her own optimistic phrasing that reminds her; but she was working up to this conversation anyway. Iris switches to text, partly because he's deaf but mostly so no one has to look at her face while she ...she doesn't want to think of it as a betrayal, but it feels horribly like one to her.]

[private/text]

need to talk to you about Harvey. how much do you remember from the mirror flood?

...also - I don't have the right to ask you to keep quiet about me speaking to you. But I ask it anyway.