they tried everything and everyone but you.
Okay, so several made up stories to healers and the slow and bizarre feeling that happens after realising you just did something stupid. Incredibly stupid. Then again, there's enough evidence of that fact in that I'm limping about the place. Ugh. It's hard enough to keep up with Mathieu anyway.
Nothing more than I deserve, though. I, literally, asked for it. It's why I told Nick to go sort Bellatrix out, because I'd deal with what I'd created myself. I am entirely sure everyone will be pissed off with me. And I probably deserve that.
This may be one of those occasions where I'll do a quick check to see if people are angry, then go hide in my corner again, bubble and all.
I just...I really thought I'd be right. It's not like I put myself in front of a knife thinking that someone would actually stab me. I thought she'd stop. I thought there'd be more resistance than that. It's not like I'm...trying to punish myself for things. I was wrong, but there were good intentions there. I'm sticking with that.
Go on. Get it over with.
Hi. I'll start with sorry.
My weekend has had one singular mission: Why is Mathieu still crying? As yet, no answer. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go panic in that I've-only-been-a-dad-for-so-long-and-have-no-fucking-clue-what's-going-on way.
Thus is my news. If anyone could enlighten me, that'd be wonderful.