[It wasn’t as if they’d been close. Sometimes he’d called her Moneypenny, but that was it. And even afterwards they were hardly friends, though it did not escape her that he never called her Moneypenny again. Nor did they discuss what had happened, beyond his asking, that first morning, if she was ‘back to her old self’. She’d given him the answer he’d wanted, but knew that her old self was long gone. And from there, they’d continued as before.
But he had cared for her when it mattered, and so she cared for him in return. They were together another three years, and before the first was out she was playing a role in his non-working life. He was unmarried. She’d long registered his threadbare aura. It wasn’t that he was seedy, but seediness was a possibility, and poor diet an ongoing fact. He needed looking after. And she needed something. She didn’t need to wake up next to more strangers, but she needed something. Partner turned out to be it.]
I am so insane about how complicated the relationship between Charles and Catherine are. She is so smart and insightful, she reads people so well, but when it comes to Charles, she is blind and deaf. She will always see him as her savior. Even when she finds out the truth. Even if she herself has long suspected this. She needs to believe in it because he was the only person for a long time who helped her, who did not reject her and made her feel more than just a body. Even if it was all a lie. And I really don’t think that Charles himself hated her or something. I think he was even attached to her in his own way. What did not prevent him from perceiving her as an object that he can use to save himself.
