Him. Him. Evan Rosier. The thorn in his side... the thorn in their relationship. His jaw clenched and he looked away, trying to contain and control his anger. He hated that man. He hated how he ruined everything. Their perfect relationship. His perfect... no. Rosier may have triggered it, but if Bedivere hadn't been bad to begin with, then this could have never happened. Bedivere was just young and foolish.
His hand moved down and he took hers into his and brought them together, and then lowered his head until his forehead met their joined hands. He took a couple deep breaths and slowly let them out. "Even if he does, he's already made his point and driven it home. I'm... I don't deserve you. If I did, then I would fight, I wouldn't argue and make you sad. I wouldn't make you cry." His voice broke at the end and he screwed his eyes shut as they began to burn. "Rwyf wrth fy modd i chi gymaint, fy dduwies hardd. I'm just a stupid, foolish boy with anger problems. You'd be better off with... with someone... like him..."