Pietro couldn't even see her. Luna was still concealed underneath her blanket. But he knew what she was doing and he could almost picture the look on her face and the stream of tears on her cheeks. He'd done that. He hadn't meant to, but he had. It hurt. And it made him hate himself all that much more. Luna was too good to hurt like this.
"I came to see you," Pietro said. He'd somehow managed to make his voice sound strong. Stepping a little closer to the bed, he inhaled and forced himself to be strong. For her.