[Erik looks away, finally, leaning forward with his elbows on the desk, a hand cupped over his chin. He was wrong.
He was wrong, and he knows he ought to admit it. But not yet, not right away, because it is hard to swallow and find the words and realize that yes, yes they are similar, they do share more traits than Erik realized, and yes, he read Alex wrong.
So he takes a moment, and when he looks back, catches Alex's eye, he nods.]
I know you would. [Because he would, so of course. Of course Alex would. He swallows, and nods again.] I'm sorry.
I was wrong. [He spreads his hands in front of him, like a tentative peace offering, before clenching them tight again.] The next time you look for help-- [He'll try to see. He'll try to give it.]
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He was wrong, and he knows he ought to admit it. But not yet, not right away, because it is hard to swallow and find the words and realize that yes, yes they are similar, they do share more traits than Erik realized, and yes, he read Alex wrong.
So he takes a moment, and when he looks back, catches Alex's eye, he nods.]
I know you would. [Because he would, so of course. Of course Alex would. He swallows, and nods again.] I'm sorry.
I was wrong. [He spreads his hands in front of him, like a tentative peace offering, before clenching them tight again.] The next time you look for help-- [He'll try to see. He'll try to give it.]