and we shared our history
Characters: Helenus and Cass
Date/Time: During the current event
Location: Helenus' room
Rating: PG
Warnings: Yelling
Summary: A sibling fight between two twins who really suck at it. Cass yells at Helenus, totally disrupting his world and so he yells back. Various accusations and secrets are revealed.
Cassandra rarely got truly pissed off. She could do smoldering anger and revenge quite well, but yelling mad? That hadn't happened since she was cursed. Most of her energy was spent on trying to convince people that her visions were real instead of at yelling out in rage. Now, though, she couldn't stop herself from bursting into her brother's place and flat out screaming at him.
It had started small. Little things he had done this past week that, for some unknown reason, You betrayed Troy! You left us and led them straight to us!" Her hands clenched in fists. "You left me to them!"
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Helenus had been minding his own business, for once feeling not quite so guilty. Things with Neoptolemus hadn't gotten any less awkward recently but for once he had not been feeling like seeking anyone out outside his apartment. Not even Cass. Everything seemed annoying recently. The strange noises at night weren’t helping, he slept little enough already.
Then she was suddenly there in his apartment. He was stunned into silence at first. He had never heard Cass yell at him before. Maybe a stupid fight when they were kids and a broken toy as the end of the world but not recently. "What the hell are you talking about?" He finally snapped back, wanting to sound calm but failing.
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"You left me in Troy, Helenus! You had to go and sit on the mountain, even though you knew the Greeks could raid there!" She pushed her hair out of her face, not caring that the action just made it an even bigger mess. "I was raped and given to Agamemnon! The man who went about destroying our city!"
She had thought that she had mostly gotten over this by the time Helenus was brought to New York City. Clearly she was wrong; though why it took this long to surface, she didn't quite understand. It was too much to expect her to keep all that anger inside her right now, though.
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"I-what?!" He couldn't quite believe that this was coming up now. But at the same time, he thought, maybe it should. Maybe she'd just grown tired of standing up for him. "I wanted you to come! I asked and you insisted on being there! You who knows fucking everything! You have always seen more then me!"
He was yelling back at her and he couldn't stop, it was if all of him had been itching for a fight. It was
unnatural, and not him but he didn't care.
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"I tried to stop you! And leaving with you would only have put me in more danger! Moping over Helen was more important to you than our city!" That she never meant. She knew it wasn't true, yet she couldn't stop herself from yelling it out. Anything to spur on the arguement.
"And nobody ever believed me! I taught you how to see the future! And you used it to get more attention from our parents!"
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The comment about Helen stung most. There was so much more to his leaving then that. And she should have known that. He stepped closer. "I left because I knew the city would fall. I left because Paris had just killed a man in a sacred space! If you had cared about anything besides your visions, you would have known leaving was the best option at the time!"
"I used it to try and tell our parents that you were right!" His fists were clenched now and some tiny part of him was trying to get him to back off, let her win but couldn't stop. He had to prove himself right to her.
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"If I had cared about anyth-" she broke off with an angry gasp. "I cared for our city! For our people! I didn't run off to save my own skin!" He knew that when her visions were at their worst it was hard to see anything beyond them and the world they created. Cassandra got up into his space, getting louder as she continued. "You didn't try hard enough."
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His eyes narrowed and everything she said hurt except he refused to let her see. He wasn't a child and she was only a girl. There was no way he would back up. "If our city was that important maybe you shouldn't have said no to Apollo!"
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"Maybe I should have! Then I wouldn't have had to live to see you bring Troy to its knees!" The moment she said that, she wished she could take it back. Helenus didn't deserve all the blame for Troy's fall, she knew that. But she also wouldn't have wanted to make him go on alone. Neither of them coped well with being without the other.
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"Would you have just asked our parents to throw me over the wall then in place of Paris?" His anger hid his hurt. Later he would curl up into a ball and cry forever. "You would have loved that, wouldn't you? Not having to share anything with a twin!"
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Cassandra didn't even have the words anymore, she was so mad and hurt. He knew that she cared more about him than anyone else in their family and that she loved having him with her. She reached out and pushed him- not all that hard, but enough to move him. "Of course I wouldn't have! You always assume the worst of me!"
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Surprise made him stumble a bit more then he normally would. She might as well have punched him in the gut. Without thinking, since thought seemed to take too much work right then, he pushed back. "I tried to defend you!"
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"Never that hard!" He pushed her too hard and she stumbled back, tripping over her own feet. Cassandra had never been all that graceful when they fought. She stared up at him, wide eyed and shocked that he had actually retaliated like that.
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He was just as shocked as her- he hadn't meant...he took a step back on his own. He didn't trust himself to extend a hand to help her up. "Maybe I didn't want to. Maybe I hated you for sharing your sight with me." The anger was still there, refusing to go away.
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She got up slowly, glaring through her hair as she did so. It hurt to move. "Maybe I never should have. You obviously don't deserve it, seeing as how you can't appreciate it for what it is." Her voice was quiet and harsh. The time for shouting was over.
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He glared back even as he felt the guilt for hurting her settle in his stomach like a heavy weight. "What is there to appreciate? Getting to see your family die years before it happens? Or maybe you didn't share it all with me. My sight never was quite the same as yours."
"The ability to be given a chance to save people." She wrapped her arms around her waist and continued to glare at him. "I trusted you to do it. I trusted you to protect us and help me protect them."
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"I tried to save people. I had to go out and fight! I risked my life for people. For you!"
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"And yet you didn't look for me once the city fell." She turned away from him, unwilling to continue the fight anymore, even if she was still angry.
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"And how exactly was I supposed to do that? I was a prisinor of the Greeks." He wanted to reach out, make her turn around, make her look and see how much this hurt. Instead he crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
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"You didn't even try to find me, did you? You could have tried to escape, but you didn't." She stopped to glare at him, tears welling in her eyes. Whenever she got mad enough, she cried. Without fail.
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"I don't know! I don't know what I did or didn't do. As everyone likes to forget I hadn't even met Neoptolemus before being swept away to this place." He hated the tears. The tears were not helping with the mess of emotions going on inside him, but he glared back. Angry that she was probably right.
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She took a deep breathe to continue but just seemed to deflate instead, sighing heavily. What more could be said? "I wanted to die, Helenus. Killing Agamemnon was the only thing I had that kept me going."
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"At least you had that much." He looked away, as if she was a reminder of everything he had done wrong.
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"I never killed him. I was taken before I even got to see him die." It would have been terrifying to die, but at least she would know he went with her. Revenge would have been had for her mother. Her whole family.
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"I was steps away from given as a slave to our father's murderer." He pointed out dryly. "I had a vision...years ago...of you dying." He admitted softly. The argument - whatever had caused it - had been draining and he considered just sinking to the floor for a little bit.
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He had never told her that before. "What...what did you see?" She wasn't as angry now, just tired and hurt. It was still there but in the background. Unimportant now.
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"You dead in someone else's home. Nothing specific. I just knew it was you." He took a deep breath, trying to hold off the pain that always followed thinking of that vision. "I think you were screaming. I might have just imagined that later." He had certainly thought about it enough.
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"I know how I was to die. Clytemnestra stabs me while I have a vision. And scream." So his vision was right. She never really knew a lot about his future; just that she saw him and Andromache together sometimes.
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"I never saw much of my own future." He added feeling suddenly defensive. But after that argument, maybe he did need to explain his actions to her. "Otherwise I wouldn't have left."
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"I only saw mine closer to when it happened. Outside of what happened to the city." If she had seen more of it, she blacked it out. It wasn't really something she wanted to think about.
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"I'm- I wish I knew any of my own fate." He said, a little snappier. He was jealous that she had seen anything. He felt he was fumbling around and he hated it, hated making so many mistakes that seemed so obvious when he looked back.
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That just made her snap back. "I'm sorry I can't control what I see." It wasn't her fault that she hadn't been able to see his fate. It's not like she had control over her visions though, especially not since she had been cursed.
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He knew that, and he knew it was stupid to get upset about but even if he wasn't strangely upset with the world, his nerves were still frayed. "Don't say it like it's my fault."
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"You're acting like it's my fault! It's not something I learned to control, Helenus! It's amazing that I could even teach you." She doubted it was ever intended to be shared, but she didn't keep things from Helenus.
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"Maybe you shouldn't have!" Though he knew that if she had sight and he didn't, he would have felt even worse. "It's not like any good came from sharing it with me."
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"You would have hated me if I didn't." Nothing good had come from either of them having it, honestly. "I can never do anything right for you, can I?:
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Any other time he would have rushed to assure her she was the only good thing in his life. Right then the words seemed stuck on his tongue. "I guess not. You should leave." He couldn't look at her as he said it.
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She couldn't even say anything to that. Cursing had never been something she was good at and it seemed like the only good response. So she just turned and left, slamming the door shut behind her.
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Helenus stared at the closed door, not quite believing she had actually left. He turned and punched the wall, needing some way to get out the tension that he still felt. He didn't know what just happened. Wasn't sure if he wanted to know. All he knew was he felt tired and upset and the oh so familiar guilt was still eating him and it would just be easiest to crawl into bed for awhile.
Date/Time: During the current event
Location: Helenus' room
Rating: PG
Warnings: Yelling
Summary: A sibling fight between two twins who really suck at it. Cass yells at Helenus, totally disrupting his world and so he yells back. Various accusations and secrets are revealed.
Cassandra rarely got truly pissed off. She could do smoldering anger and revenge quite well, but yelling mad? That hadn't happened since she was cursed. Most of her energy was spent on trying to convince people that her visions were real instead of at yelling out in rage. Now, though, she couldn't stop herself from bursting into her brother's place and flat out screaming at him.
It had started small. Little things he had done this past week that, for some unknown reason, You betrayed Troy! You left us and led them straight to us!" Her hands clenched in fists. "You left me to them!"
~
Helenus had been minding his own business, for once feeling not quite so guilty. Things with Neoptolemus hadn't gotten any less awkward recently but for once he had not been feeling like seeking anyone out outside his apartment. Not even Cass. Everything seemed annoying recently. The strange noises at night weren’t helping, he slept little enough already.
Then she was suddenly there in his apartment. He was stunned into silence at first. He had never heard Cass yell at him before. Maybe a stupid fight when they were kids and a broken toy as the end of the world but not recently. "What the hell are you talking about?" He finally snapped back, wanting to sound calm but failing.
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"You left me in Troy, Helenus! You had to go and sit on the mountain, even though you knew the Greeks could raid there!" She pushed her hair out of her face, not caring that the action just made it an even bigger mess. "I was raped and given to Agamemnon! The man who went about destroying our city!"
She had thought that she had mostly gotten over this by the time Helenus was brought to New York City. Clearly she was wrong; though why it took this long to surface, she didn't quite understand. It was too much to expect her to keep all that anger inside her right now, though.
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"I-what?!" He couldn't quite believe that this was coming up now. But at the same time, he thought, maybe it should. Maybe she'd just grown tired of standing up for him. "I wanted you to come! I asked and you insisted on being there! You who knows fucking everything! You have always seen more then me!"
He was yelling back at her and he couldn't stop, it was if all of him had been itching for a fight. It was
unnatural, and not him but he didn't care.
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"I tried to stop you! And leaving with you would only have put me in more danger! Moping over Helen was more important to you than our city!" That she never meant. She knew it wasn't true, yet she couldn't stop herself from yelling it out. Anything to spur on the arguement.
"And nobody ever believed me! I taught you how to see the future! And you used it to get more attention from our parents!"
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The comment about Helen stung most. There was so much more to his leaving then that. And she should have known that. He stepped closer. "I left because I knew the city would fall. I left because Paris had just killed a man in a sacred space! If you had cared about anything besides your visions, you would have known leaving was the best option at the time!"
"I used it to try and tell our parents that you were right!" His fists were clenched now and some tiny part of him was trying to get him to back off, let her win but couldn't stop. He had to prove himself right to her.
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"If I had cared about anyth-" she broke off with an angry gasp. "I cared for our city! For our people! I didn't run off to save my own skin!" He knew that when her visions were at their worst it was hard to see anything beyond them and the world they created. Cassandra got up into his space, getting louder as she continued. "You didn't try hard enough."
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His eyes narrowed and everything she said hurt except he refused to let her see. He wasn't a child and she was only a girl. There was no way he would back up. "If our city was that important maybe you shouldn't have said no to Apollo!"
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"Maybe I should have! Then I wouldn't have had to live to see you bring Troy to its knees!" The moment she said that, she wished she could take it back. Helenus didn't deserve all the blame for Troy's fall, she knew that. But she also wouldn't have wanted to make him go on alone. Neither of them coped well with being without the other.
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"Would you have just asked our parents to throw me over the wall then in place of Paris?" His anger hid his hurt. Later he would curl up into a ball and cry forever. "You would have loved that, wouldn't you? Not having to share anything with a twin!"
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Cassandra didn't even have the words anymore, she was so mad and hurt. He knew that she cared more about him than anyone else in their family and that she loved having him with her. She reached out and pushed him- not all that hard, but enough to move him. "Of course I wouldn't have! You always assume the worst of me!"
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Surprise made him stumble a bit more then he normally would. She might as well have punched him in the gut. Without thinking, since thought seemed to take too much work right then, he pushed back. "I tried to defend you!"
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"Never that hard!" He pushed her too hard and she stumbled back, tripping over her own feet. Cassandra had never been all that graceful when they fought. She stared up at him, wide eyed and shocked that he had actually retaliated like that.
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He was just as shocked as her- he hadn't meant...he took a step back on his own. He didn't trust himself to extend a hand to help her up. "Maybe I didn't want to. Maybe I hated you for sharing your sight with me." The anger was still there, refusing to go away.
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She got up slowly, glaring through her hair as she did so. It hurt to move. "Maybe I never should have. You obviously don't deserve it, seeing as how you can't appreciate it for what it is." Her voice was quiet and harsh. The time for shouting was over.
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He glared back even as he felt the guilt for hurting her settle in his stomach like a heavy weight. "What is there to appreciate? Getting to see your family die years before it happens? Or maybe you didn't share it all with me. My sight never was quite the same as yours."
"The ability to be given a chance to save people." She wrapped her arms around her waist and continued to glare at him. "I trusted you to do it. I trusted you to protect us and help me protect them."
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"I tried to save people. I had to go out and fight! I risked my life for people. For you!"
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"And yet you didn't look for me once the city fell." She turned away from him, unwilling to continue the fight anymore, even if she was still angry.
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"And how exactly was I supposed to do that? I was a prisinor of the Greeks." He wanted to reach out, make her turn around, make her look and see how much this hurt. Instead he crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
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"You didn't even try to find me, did you? You could have tried to escape, but you didn't." She stopped to glare at him, tears welling in her eyes. Whenever she got mad enough, she cried. Without fail.
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"I don't know! I don't know what I did or didn't do. As everyone likes to forget I hadn't even met Neoptolemus before being swept away to this place." He hated the tears. The tears were not helping with the mess of emotions going on inside him, but he glared back. Angry that she was probably right.
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She took a deep breathe to continue but just seemed to deflate instead, sighing heavily. What more could be said? "I wanted to die, Helenus. Killing Agamemnon was the only thing I had that kept me going."
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"At least you had that much." He looked away, as if she was a reminder of everything he had done wrong.
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"I never killed him. I was taken before I even got to see him die." It would have been terrifying to die, but at least she would know he went with her. Revenge would have been had for her mother. Her whole family.
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"I was steps away from given as a slave to our father's murderer." He pointed out dryly. "I had a vision...years ago...of you dying." He admitted softly. The argument - whatever had caused it - had been draining and he considered just sinking to the floor for a little bit.
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He had never told her that before. "What...what did you see?" She wasn't as angry now, just tired and hurt. It was still there but in the background. Unimportant now.
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"You dead in someone else's home. Nothing specific. I just knew it was you." He took a deep breath, trying to hold off the pain that always followed thinking of that vision. "I think you were screaming. I might have just imagined that later." He had certainly thought about it enough.
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"I know how I was to die. Clytemnestra stabs me while I have a vision. And scream." So his vision was right. She never really knew a lot about his future; just that she saw him and Andromache together sometimes.
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"I never saw much of my own future." He added feeling suddenly defensive. But after that argument, maybe he did need to explain his actions to her. "Otherwise I wouldn't have left."
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"I only saw mine closer to when it happened. Outside of what happened to the city." If she had seen more of it, she blacked it out. It wasn't really something she wanted to think about.
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"I'm- I wish I knew any of my own fate." He said, a little snappier. He was jealous that she had seen anything. He felt he was fumbling around and he hated it, hated making so many mistakes that seemed so obvious when he looked back.
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That just made her snap back. "I'm sorry I can't control what I see." It wasn't her fault that she hadn't been able to see his fate. It's not like she had control over her visions though, especially not since she had been cursed.
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He knew that, and he knew it was stupid to get upset about but even if he wasn't strangely upset with the world, his nerves were still frayed. "Don't say it like it's my fault."
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"You're acting like it's my fault! It's not something I learned to control, Helenus! It's amazing that I could even teach you." She doubted it was ever intended to be shared, but she didn't keep things from Helenus.
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"Maybe you shouldn't have!" Though he knew that if she had sight and he didn't, he would have felt even worse. "It's not like any good came from sharing it with me."
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"You would have hated me if I didn't." Nothing good had come from either of them having it, honestly. "I can never do anything right for you, can I?:
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Any other time he would have rushed to assure her she was the only good thing in his life. Right then the words seemed stuck on his tongue. "I guess not. You should leave." He couldn't look at her as he said it.
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She couldn't even say anything to that. Cursing had never been something she was good at and it seemed like the only good response. So she just turned and left, slamming the door shut behind her.
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Helenus stared at the closed door, not quite believing she had actually left. He turned and punched the wall, needing some way to get out the tension that he still felt. He didn't know what just happened. Wasn't sure if he wanted to know. All he knew was he felt tired and upset and the oh so familiar guilt was still eating him and it would just be easiest to crawl into bed for awhile.