[Again, Peter stared at the screen for a long time. Shuffling it in his hands. biting his lip.
Gwen had already broken up with him over it. He already felt awful for it; awful because it had happened, awful because you couldn't refuse a man's last request, awful because he'd wanted to and awful because he hadn't been there for her.
But Gwen just contacting him to rub it in his face felt a little harsh. Not unwarranted, just. Harsh.
He had been there. Literally. He was there when her father had died. How was he supposed to face her with that, when he'd asked him not to?
He'd tried to be there too, though late, when she arrived in this place. Gwen hadn't wanted that.
So... why bring it up?]
Right. I understand.
Sorry.
[Agreed, sending that before deleting the texts on his phone. It might have been cowardly, but he didn't want to have to re-read them. Not right now.]
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Date: 2012-11-10 04:11 am (UTC)Gwen had already broken up with him over it. He already felt awful for it; awful because it had happened, awful because you couldn't refuse a man's last request, awful because he'd wanted to and awful because he hadn't been there for her.
But Gwen just contacting him to rub it in his face felt a little harsh. Not unwarranted, just. Harsh.
He had been there. Literally. He was there when her father had died. How was he supposed to face her with that, when he'd asked him not to?
He'd tried to be there too, though late, when she arrived in this place. Gwen hadn't wanted that.
So... why bring it up?]
Right. I understand.
Sorry.
[Agreed, sending that before deleting the texts on his phone. It might have been cowardly, but he didn't want to have to re-read them. Not right now.]