@obl1tus sent “did you know about it?”
This wasn't about the last of the bourbon he drank this afternoon. Because, yes, he was quite aware he drank the last of it. No this was serious, something was wrong, he could tell from her tone of voice. But she could not know about that, right? Who would have given her such information, if not him? He'd been broken up about not telling her for ages. The intention always there, but the timing? Her life was made up out of tragedies, he didn't want to be the one shattering her life to pieces all over again. There is something ominous about the start of this conversation, a sense of bad things up ahead.
There is an uncertainty in his gaze, his entire posture, that he cannot fully disguise. The moment would always come, he knew it like no other. He just hoped it wasn't now. That he could be the one to tell her properly on another day, frightened as he was of what the news might do to her. Cause her to spiral and perhaps disappear from their lives. He carefully takes a couple of steps towards her.
"Bryn.. You look upset. Did I know about what?"
He didn't want to lose her again, but more importantly he did not want to cause her pain. Did he really have a choice here though? If she suspected something, there was only one way forward.