[The apology deflates him. He hadn’t expected it, and the soft sincerity of it knocks down the defensive walls building up in the heat of their argument.
And in truth, he does not want to be fighting, does not want to be back to slinging mud at each other. He can feel the pinpricks of tears forming in the corners of his eyes, and after a long moment he says:]
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And in truth, he does not want to be fighting, does not want to be back to slinging mud at each other. He can feel the pinpricks of tears forming in the corners of his eyes, and after a long moment he says:]
Just come home, Louis.