Oz kept his eyes on her, puzzling over her words. Regrets. Did she seek to undo what had been done? The words that followed did not imply as much; she didn't gloss over the events of the past and try to smooth them out of his memory, but rather brought them into starker detail. A loss so profound. A part of him wanted to say that he had, and that he understood... but that would have been disingenuous. He only thought he had suffered a loss so great. The month between Thomasina's disappearance and her return had been brutal, but she had returned, and she was sitting in the box he'd just descended from. He could only imagine the alternative, though perhaps he had a clearer mental image of it than most would have.
He was sorry that she felt she had to explain all of this to him, because she wasn't telling him anything that he hadn't suspected. She'd given enough clues in what she'd said as she'd thrown him out, and once the frustration had cleared and his wounded pride was out of the way he had been able to piece together the rest. He was particularly sorry that she'd had to say it in a venue like this — though perhaps that was for the best. If they had found somewhere more private to have this conversation, he probably would have touched her by now, and that would have gotten them both into trouble. Watching her fold her arms around herself, it was hard to resist reaching out to touch her now, even with the steady hum of lobby traffic moving past them.
"I hope you don't think I wrote in order to force an apology," he said softly. "I agree that the way things ended was regrettable, but I don't hold you in contempt because of it. I am grieved to have put you through such an ordeal — unintentional though it was."
He was sorry that she felt she had to explain all of this to him, because she wasn't telling him anything that he hadn't suspected. She'd given enough clues in what she'd said as she'd thrown him out, and once the frustration had cleared and his wounded pride was out of the way he had been able to piece together the rest. He was particularly sorry that she'd had to say it in a venue like this — though perhaps that was for the best. If they had found somewhere more private to have this conversation, he probably would have touched her by now, and that would have gotten them both into trouble. Watching her fold her arms around herself, it was hard to resist reaching out to touch her now, even with the steady hum of lobby traffic moving past them.
"I hope you don't think I wrote in order to force an apology," he said softly. "I agree that the way things ended was regrettable, but I don't hold you in contempt because of it. I am grieved to have put you through such an ordeal — unintentional though it was."
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