"Okay," he says, and then, as something heavy and hot and overwhelming sweeps over him, "I'm sorry." He's sorry. he hardly ever feels it anymore, but he feels it now, and his throat clenches into a fist. He's sorry. It had felt so right and so perfect at the time but now he'd take it back if he could.

Except maybe it needed to happen, so this could happen.

"I need you so fucking much."