Simon let out a ragged breath, watching Pierce as he saw to Olivia, the way he squeezed her hand, the tender way he saw to her. The sense of guilt was almost overwhelming, knowing that this was his fault, and if he had been able to keep his temper under control, then she would be fine right now.
"I'm... just going to leave. I..." He paused, wiping a hand over his face as he half-slid down the wall. "I can't be around her. She needs better than some fuck up like me. I'll move. Go back home. Something..."