As soon as the words escaped, Eisen knew they were a mistake. But it was true. She was supposed to find out later. When Eisen could tell her. So she didn’t have to see what had happened. Maybe that wouldn’t have made it easier, but it would have been different. Somehow. He felt his eyes welling over as he closed them and looked down at his bare chest.
When Lexie accused Rory of this, Eisen shook his head no. “He didn’t. He didn’t do it,” he insisted. “If you want to blame someone, blame me. I was the one who…” he paused, “who said he was sure.” It was true, too. Rory had asked. Rory had stopped him and asked him if he was sure, and Eisen had said yes. Even now, in the face of what was undoubtedly on the way from Lexie and her family, Eisen was still sure. “It’s my fault.”
Rory’s hand found Eisen’s and gave him a little more resolve. “I should have called you last night,” he started, knowing that it would do absolutely nothing to help the situation. “I should have called you over and told you, so you didn’t have to find out like this. Lex, I’m…” he didn’t finish the sentence, because he knew that she didn’t believe him. That and the only thing he was really sorry for was hurting her.