Leaning back up against the door, Glibt held his breath as he heard movement within the office. The lock turned and it seemed to solidify the barrier between them. The sound echoed through his mind; Cris sobbed, Harvey shed a tear and Matthew? Silent tears streamed down his face at the finality of it all. It wasn't fair. He didn't think he'd done anything wrong, but if he hadn't, why did he feel like dirt on the bottom of Harvey's shoe?
Ever a masochist, Glibt lowered the mental barrier between himself and Harvey just a fraction. Harvey might not feel him there, but Glibt could feel him, hear him, for just a split second.
-better if I'd stayed-
Glibt lurched away from the door as he brought the mental barrier back up in full force, guilt tearing through him at a fast pace and making his head spin. He'd never wanted to make Harvey feel like that. Glibt cherished every breath the martyr took, every second that he was alive on this plane of existence. Glibt loved Harvey. And to know that he'd made him feel as if his existence wasn't needed on the earth anymore-
I'm worse than White.
The thought shuddered through Glibt as he forced himself to walk through the lobby and out the door to collapse into a cab. Somehow along the way, Glibt had become just as bad as, maybe worse than, the man he hated more than anything in the world.