Febs felt as though the air in the room changed the second the question slipped from her lips. She instantly regretted her choice to ask so soon after their last argument. Though he was no longer looking at her, she watched him closely. His entire demeanor changed and she could tell that was likely the root of his side of the argument about her leaving.

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes and she, not for the first time, thought she was getting to be far too emotional for her own good. "I'm sorry, Love. You don't have to tell me any more, I shouldn't have asked." Regret evident in her voice, she wanted to know when, what he remembered of her, but absolutely would not push him for any details he was not willing to give. Though the notion of a mother simply abandoning her family with no rhyme or reason seemed highly odd and incredibly selfish to Febby, it was perhaps because she'd grown up in a perfectly normal, incredibly loud, altogether whole household. She had to guess there was something more to it. There had to be.

Bringing her hand down from his hair, she brushed her thumb across his cheek gently before tucking her head down and snuggling in. She'd gone and let her big mouth ruin their lighthearted conversation once again and she felt like a fool for it.