*one corner of his mouth twitching upward in a faint, crooked half-smile* I'm still learning. (I'll always be learning.) *sighs* I suspect I don't know how to do anything the easy way, though.
Forgive?
*rubs his scarred wrist, an old reflex he hasn't shaken* Yes, forgive. Myself, and others. *without a hint of accusation (it's only truth, long-overdue)* I was so angry, Glorfindel. Hurt, and angry. Some of it was warranted, some not. But I thought I could just— *waves a hand* —ignore it. It worked fairly well, until it all caught up with me. (And how.)