He saw the tears, saw her try to hide them, and he couldn’t look her in the eye any longer. They’d hurt each other before, but not like this. He could hear the pain in her voice, the plea there for him to just stop talking, but he couldn’t leave it there. If he was going to tell her, he was going to do it properly. Honesty was the least he could give her, painful though it was for her. It was probably selfish of him at the moment, but god, he needed to know that she understood.
“Please, Gin, you need to understand, it’s been six months for me. You were gone, you weren’t...” he paused, trying to swallow before he choked. “And this thing with Andrew, he’s not meant to replace you. He’s special, somehow. Different. I don’t -”