Victoire felt horrible. She waited until Teddy was done getting things situated before moving her bag into the extra bedroom, frowning again at how incredibly wrong it felt to not be in his bedroom. She went into the bathroom to wash her face and try to make herself look a little more presentable before wandering into the kitchen and leaning against a counter. She watched him for a moment before she felt her face start to crumple up and tears started spilling over onto her cheeks. Everything was just too much, and she couldn't handle it and she missed Teddy and acting like this around each other was too painful to handle. She tried to be quiet about it, and wiped under her eyes even though it didn't do any good. She wasn't usually this type of crying person and she wasn't sure why suddenly the tears wouldn't stop.
"I'm sorry," she managed to say in a quiet voice that sounded absolutely miserable. She wasn't sure what she was apologising for, but it was an appropriate sentiment. She was just sorry. For everything.