That hurt more than he could explain. He had done this. He knew he had. He had hurt him. He wasn't even allowed to see his face. Tibby wouldn't look at him. His chest tightened and he looked down. "For you," he said quietly, trying in vain to ignore the strain in his voice. "Tibby. Please look at me." He couldn't even be bothered to keep the pleading out of his voice now. He needed him.
"I'm sorry, Tibby. I am..." His hands finally rested on the couch on either side of him. His throat hurt from trying not to cry and his eyes were fighting with him to water up. "I need..." He trailed off, biting down on his lower lip. This wasn't all about him. He knew that it wasn't all about him.
Fletcher hesitantly let his fingers move to rest against Tiberius' legs. "I'm sorry."