Shit, kid, that's rough. You've got my sympathies for that one.

[ He sighs, leaning over with his back hunched, bracing his elbows on his knees. Curling in on himself. He wants something disgustingly sweet to ease this, already, it feels like his insides are getting dragged across a cheese grater. ]

It's not your fault, Red. If he doesn't know it, you couldn't be expected to either. I won't make an issue out of it, if you two are happy together I'm glad for you. I'm just being a self-pitying sack of crap, don't mind me.