There was a long pause while Luna frowned deeply at her fingernails, trying to decide what to say. She felt like it was her turn to apologise now, but she didn't know what to apologize for exactly. She couldn't apologize for deciding to get back with her gods, because she wouldn't change that, even if she had a hundred other times to redo it. Being with Peitho and Hermes was still what she wanted more than anything.
She could apologise for sleeping with him, for letting something actually happen between them that she then had to stop.
Luna remembered the first night after Hermes had kicked her out, curled up and hungover with Will in that hotel room while he tried to convince her they should do something.
You're not supposed to be some rebound fuck to try and deaden my sadness.
But I'm so good at deadening sadness. But it can wait.
But they hadn't really waited. She'd spent three weeks drinking herself into a hole of complete depression and then had made her move on Will the moment she started feeling like a human again.
Because she was, if anything, completely fucking predictable when it came to sex and an inability to keep it in her pants.
Will had never quite managed to fuck the sadness out of her, not in the end. But then, she'd never really told him about how much sadness there still was inside of her.
"I'm sorry too," she said finally, not quite managing to raise her eyes for more than a couple of moments. "I should have told you how badly I was coping out on my own without them, instead of just throwing it at you at the end and expecting you to understand."