Will's stomach gave a sick lurch as Clio's expression froze, then paled. The sharp scrape of her chair as she stood punctured his chest and the guilt came flooding back. "No!" he said hurriedly, standing himself and reaching for her, trying to close the widening space between them. "No, love, I didn't mean— It's my fault, I din' say anything, cos I—" Fuck, it all seemed so stupid now. Hadn't he learned he only fucked up when he tried to carry it all alone? "Cos I'm an idiot. I thought— I just wanted to—"