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“Okay,” Damien mumbled, following her out of the kitchen. He looked over at Lucy on the couch, biting his lip and feeling bad, for what he did and for how Lucy felt, and now Zamira. He’d only been trying to make things better. But as always, everything he touched turned to dust.
“I’m sorry I drank,” he added. “And that I hid those bottles from you. The bottle.”
She turns then, knowing that despite how drunk he was, he wasn’t completely freed of the guilt that he had to have been feeling. Zamira takes his face in her hands; she’s hurt, of course, but he had good intentions and she didn’t want him to hate himself. “It’s okay.” She says gently. “I know you’re sorry, and that’s good. We’ll move on and we’ll do better next time, yeah? For now, don’t worry about it. We’re going to get some sleep and we’ll work on that stuff later.”