Eugene hadn't had any preconceptions as to how this conversation was going to go, but clearly it was going poorly. She was pacing and looking anywhere but at him and he had a sinking feeling in his gut that this might not work out in his favor after all. "The fault is mine entirely, I should have told you sooner, but I couldn't find the right words."

Finally she stopped and slid down to the floor, though not very close to him and he felt the chill of the moment settle over him like an ice bath. Waiting a beat, he struggled to figure out what else he could say about the whole thing. It was clearly a mess and he supposed he really couldn't blame her if she decided to wash her hands of him, to but he would be gutted if that was the case. "I truly don't know her, though we shared a house, we didn't share anything else aside from Theseus. No affection, no feelings, not even meals." His tone had a tint of desperation to it now, imploring her to see his side.

"She left her own infant son and took off without telling me. There is, nor ever was, any love lost between her and I, not like the way I care about you." He admitted it with a pained sigh. Eugene was typically not that best with emotions, but this was too important to mince words.