Jude was sorry, he was sorry for him, and he would not be once Kieran confessed. Still, he sat. He was weak and wavering and it was time to do his penance, but he had never envisioned this moment before and there was dried blood thin on his fingertips and his ankle.
The ankle was somehow far down on his list of concerns. Jude was thinking of it, though, with that familiar little line of concern between his eyebrows. The angle of his body projected it, concern and worry and Kieran already felt awful.
He slumped in the chair and looked down at his feet. With one foot, Kieran nudged his shoe off the foot attached to the damaged ankle. "It's not that bad," Kieran said, although it absolutely demonstrably was, "But - I just -"
He had to confess. I've done something terrible. He could not keep this a secret any longer, could not live with it, the wolf itself had rejected the secrecy. Finn knew, or had guessed. T did not.
"It's not working anymore. What I'm doing. It's not."
The ankle was somehow far down on his list of concerns. Jude was thinking of it, though, with that familiar little line of concern between his eyebrows. The angle of his body projected it, concern and worry and Kieran already felt awful.
He slumped in the chair and looked down at his feet. With one foot, Kieran nudged his shoe off the foot attached to the damaged ankle. "It's not that bad," Kieran said, although it absolutely demonstrably was, "But - I just -"
He had to confess. I've done something terrible. He could not keep this a secret any longer, could not live with it, the wolf itself had rejected the secrecy. Finn knew, or had guessed. T did not.
"It's not working anymore. What I'm doing. It's not."