There hadn't been a day since his confession that he hadn't felt it. He'd just... tried to give her time. To give them time. Kept it to himself. Cried in the shower. On his quiet smokey walks. Hoping the cigarettes would explain away his red eyes.
But try as he might, to calm down he could only ease down to soft shuddered breaths, and delicate whimpers. "Don't leave me Peg. Please. Please don't leave me." The plea was broken, half whimpered, half whispered. But it only set off another body wracking, heaving sobs. His abandonment fears clear in his begging.