"Whatever is best, I know you know what's best..." Ciaran said softly, staying snuggles close. "...Reed, I'm sorry if I don't know what's good or bad, I'm sorry if I don't know if Charlie stole, because I bet he did, but I don't know for sure...I don't know what's supposed to be in my bank.."
Everything was such a mess, and he felt like a good chunk of it was his fault. If he was normal, this wouldn't have happened.