New Bodum? I-- wh-- [this is the moment when Noel starts to wonder if his life might be some kind of big, messed-up cosmic joke. Because here he is, feeling like that paper is burning a hole through his pocket, and the very person his crime is about is standing right in front of him, with no idea what's going to happen to her. Because of him.
So what does he do now? Walk away? He probably should. Not a day goes by where he doesn't think about how much grief he might have saved her and everyone else if he'd just had the decency to die instead of being so stubborn.
But that's not what he does. It's not who he is. So he has that moment, that reeling, gut-punch moment, and he does what he always does: he takes it. Deals with it. He'll figure out what the hell to do about it along the way.]
Sorry. Just-- that's-- [Gods, how to put it? How much does he tell her?] ...a lot to take in. It's been a lot longer for me.
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So what does he do now? Walk away? He probably should. Not a day goes by where he doesn't think about how much grief he might have saved her and everyone else if he'd just had the decency to die instead of being so stubborn.
But that's not what he does. It's not who he is. So he has that moment, that reeling, gut-punch moment, and he does what he always does: he takes it. Deals with it. He'll figure out what the hell to do about it along the way.]
Sorry. Just-- that's-- [Gods, how to put it? How much does he tell her?] ...a lot to take in. It's been a lot longer for me.