Hector mustered up his courage. "I-I think it might be better if-if you waited until tomorrow, just because we don't know what effect, uh, yesterday, had on you, so, um... yeah."Persepolis saw Hector's expression. She stopped cutting the tubers, setting down her machete and walking closer to him, within his reach. She said softly, "What do you think? You can tell me if you don't think I should." She held eye contact with him, a sign that she was okay with whatever he might say.