It was a struggle to wrap his head around the differences he'd missed when he was broken into so many pieces. How was he supposed to pick them all up and reassemble them into something better?
Tristian wiped his eyes again, still sniffling. "Julian said that blood was the only reason you did. And it hurt. I just wanted you to like me, even a little."
His fingers were trembling and his headache was starting to get worse. You're unravelling again. Tris moved closer to to the older man, coiling around his arm and resting his head against's Cian's shoulder. When Cian apologised he was on the verge of closing his eyes, but that made him look up. Sorry? What was he sorry for? "But I-I did this to us."