You are guilting me about it right now, with that same passive aggressive stuff that use to irritate me.
I didn't tell you for a damn reason, and that was it. I needed you, and you weren't there, and I get it. I could disappear for years, but that doesn't make it easier when you are in a cell in perpetual recovery for five years. It may not make sense, but that is how it works when you have nothing to do but think. You hope someone is coming and then you go back up on the table. Enzo was the only one I had, and he almost died because I had a minute of 'selfish asshole' and wanted to go home. Anywhere but back to the table.
The point is, it doesn't matter if you knew the difference or not. You were the only person that I had to hope might come to save us. The only reason I am pretty over it now is because Enzo is here.