Nick: "Listen, Carrie. You've apologized, a hundred times..."
Carrie: "You want #101?"
Nick: "No, I want to apologize. Tricking you, calling Estes to come kidnap your crazy ass... I only did it because I was worried."
Carrie: "Well, to be fair, it was worrisome. My behavior."
And fuck you. It was because I was right. I was right, I was right, I was right.
Nick: "I'm sorry for all you went through..."
Carrie: "Oh, don't be!"
Nick: "...I mean, ECT? Jesus."
He can barely hide his smile, as he says it. As her body imperceptibly flails; as she pulls herself in.
Carrie: "Where the fuck did you hear about that?"
Nick: "I asked about you, of course. Heard things. Did you have to do it a lot?"
She breathes, jumps into Recovery Girl. The one that has no shame because there's nothing to be ashamed of. Chin juts, quick nods of the head. Making the person you're talking to no longer stigmatize you, by sheer force of will. Relating the facts as appropriate, praying there's no pain or fear or hurt in your throat as you tell the story.
Carrie: "Mondays and Thursdays, for six weeks."
Nick, nearly grinning: "Was it terrible?"
Who could have known he'd still be so angry with her, after all this time? How much she hurt him, for not believing in the story he wants to be true? She followed up the most loving encounter of his life with the ashamed admission that she thought he was a terrorist. It must have broken his heart, even though she was right. It meant the parts neither of them were lying about were also lies. Even if they were true.
Carrie's face: "No. No, you asshole."
Brody's face: "Interesting response..."
Take II: "Uh, that is, no. And thanks for asking."
She swallows; she came this close to vomiting, or punching him. He built his life so perfectly, so carefully, that nobody should have seen in. And she did, and she wormed her black little heart in there and tore it apart. He had total power, complete mastery over his life, his home, his mission, and she walked in and ripped it apart without even caring. She saw so clearly that it burned. And in the end, he was able to turn it around, cage her up in doubt, and say, "I am the one in control here." And it nearly killed her.