I am...I don't suppose 'sorry' even comes close to expressing what I feel here but I don't have any other words for it either. I'm sorry for any and everything that has caused upset in your life as a result of...well, my overwhelming stupidity for lack of anything else to call it. And I apologize, too for causing your family to worry--for there being cause for them to worry. About you, about Ro...
I...I've been selfish and rather willfully ignorant, I know. I hadn't realized either one of you...I'm so sorry.
I should probably make more of an effort to keep in touch with people--I've been completely wrapped up what I'm working on, if it weren't for it being his studio, I wouldn't even see much of Alessandro these days.
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Still, I am sorry that you managed to be dragged into a mess of my own making. As for talking, I'm starting to think that more than one person has been quite idiotic for not speaking up about things.
I hope I get the chance to see your work some day.
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I think it's too easy a pattern to fall into when something so massive happens. Everyone assumes that everyone else already has more than enough to deal with ...
Chantal knew it was his birthday and she knew she should have made an effort to stop by earlier in the day but well, it was on her way home and she had been busy and then there was the fact that she did have a present for him. That would soften the blow that her birthday wishes were coming when there were but a few short hours left to the twenty-eighth of February, right? Right.
She parked on the street, at the curb just before Tadhg's drive and spent a few minutes readjusting the bow holding his gift together. The bookseller had gotten a bit creative with both the gift and the wrapping--such as it was, and thought that the overall effect was pretty and more importantly, suited the man it was intended for. Instead of paper or a bag filled with tissue, Chantal had taken a few sprigs of greenery and a handful of budding blooms and attached them with a wide ribbon, binding them to the old artist's sketchbook she was giving her friend. She had found the tome some time ago in an antique shop and thought of him, now she had an excuse to
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The ferrets were actually behaving themselves in their cage for once, though probably not for long. The MacEibhir clan were seated around Tadhg's dining room table with cream cheese frosted slices of spice cake and cups of tea. Since he was being subjected to a mystical once-over by Da, Tadhg didn't seem to hear the knock at his door. Cait peeked into the living room just in time to see the woman's entry and hear her cheerful call.
She had to be a friend. For one thing she could walk in through Tadhg's wards as easily as a family member, and for another ... Tigger?
Cait couldn't keep her lips from quirking at the nickname. "Hullo!" she said cheerfully. "He's in here." Glancing back toward the table, she saw Tadhg blinking and looking in her direction. "You have a guest, big brother."
"Oh...um, ah...hi?" Chantal stiffened then forced herself to relax, obviously caught off-guard at there being someone else, no make that someones else in the house besides Tadhg. As she racked her brain trying to recall if he'd mentioned expecting company or having plans for his birthday, the brunette made her way into the living room proper but didn't even attempt to enter the dining area with Cait standing in the doorway
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"Chantal?" Tadhg's query-slash-greeting blended with Switzer's hopeful croon. Not particularly regretting the interruption to the family ... well, interrogation might be a little harsh, but it wasn't far off ... Tadhg left the table to go greet his friend
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I am...I don't suppose 'sorry' even comes close to expressing what I feel here but I don't have any other words for it either. I'm sorry for any and everything that has caused upset in your life as a result of...well, my overwhelming stupidity for lack of anything else to call it. And I apologize, too for causing your family to worry--for there being cause for them to worry. About you, about Ro...
I...I've been selfish and rather willfully ignorant, I know. I hadn't realized either one of you...I'm so sorry.
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Oh no, lass, don't ... what happened was not your fault. You've no need to apologize for the simple, basic instinct to trust.
If anyone's been stupid here ... well. I should have spoken to my father ages ago. Or my grandparents.
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Still, I am sorry that you managed to be dragged into a mess of my own making. As for talking, I'm starting to think that more than one person has been quite idiotic for not speaking up about things.
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She parked on the street, at the curb just before Tadhg's drive and spent a few minutes readjusting the bow holding his gift together. The bookseller had gotten a bit creative with both the gift and the wrapping--such as it was, and thought that the overall effect was pretty and more importantly, suited the man it was intended for. Instead of paper or a bag filled with tissue, Chantal had taken a few sprigs of greenery and a handful of budding blooms and attached them with a wide ribbon, binding them to the old artist's sketchbook she was giving her friend. She had found the tome some time ago in an antique shop and thought of him, now she had an excuse to ( ... )
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She had to be a friend. For one thing she could walk in through Tadhg's wards as easily as a family member, and for another ... Tigger?
Cait couldn't keep her lips from quirking at the nickname. "Hullo!" she said cheerfully. "He's in here." Glancing back toward the table, she saw Tadhg blinking and looking in her direction. "You have a guest, big brother."
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