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Brock had to take a moment for a minute outside of the shop. It felt rude to leave. He hated being rude to others or even being slightly mean. But God, the tension was too suffocating that even the scent of coffee and cake was powerful enough to disperse it.

He knows he's majorly at fault for it. After all, he's only given Evan nothing but the silent treatment for weeks. It's not like he was the one who made Brian leave and made him not say a thing to him. Evan's not cruel like that. Stoic and distant, sure, but he's just like Wilbur, who is scared to care too much again. Scared like Techno to not understand. Scared like the rest. Scared like... him.

Evan was just as much affected as him. He shouldn't be so selfish at the thought that only he was hurt, and God forbid, Evan was probably having it even worse with the fact not only did he lose one close friend but two. He probably didn't know he already lost David days before, and it was dropped all on him on the same day. 

Brock shakily takes in a breath as he clutches the railings of the porch-like area of the place. He didn't even notice the tears welling up in his eyes until now, and the slowly creeping rain that had to tell him. Ah, he forgot the weather was going to be quite a rainfall today.

"Brock?"

And he forgot that he still had other people around.

"Hm?" The doctor hummed as he turned around to look at the raven-haired agent. One hand in his pocket and the other holding a styrofoam cup, eyes gazing at him curiously. "Ah, sorry, I know you said you wanted to be out here for some fresh air," Evan nervously laughs as he brings the once-pocketed hand to rub the back of his neck. "But I noticed it was starting to rain, and your coffee was getting cold so..." Evan stretched out the last word, trying not to make it more awkward.

"I see, thank you," Brock mumbles almost too inaudibly for Evan to hear, glancing at the drink. "Also... uh..." The nearly silent cough brought Brock's eyes back.

"I wanted to say sorry."

Brock hummed at the question. Was he admitting to something? "For what?" Brock questions, now feeling tense again. "Wilbur told me you didn't know... about... you know." Evan looks down, seeming to find it shameful on his part. But Brock felt even worse. This whole time he didn't know? It was too shocking to be mad at. "I knew you and him were close, at some point even closer than where I was. I thought that out of everyone else, he would have told... it would have been you." Evan finally confesses.

Brock's eyes widen, everything seeming to lift and crash altogether.

God, now he feels being the worst.

 This whole damn time, Evan had no idea at all, and he's been avoiding him! Good heavens, this past month meant he was dealing with everything on his own without anyone to relate as much as he did. At least when he found out, Wilbur was there to let him vent it out. But Evan... Evan's been keeping it all to himself. And he was one of, if not only, to have understood his pain the most. He shouldn't be the one to say sorry.

"It's okay if you hate me. I should have seen you after knowing then maybe you would have also learned-" "I'm sorry."

Evan's quick explanation was cut right off by Brock. He quickly looks up at his face and sees the corner of Brock's eyes pricking with tears at the moment. "What?" "I'm so sorry Evan. I-I... didn't know, and I just realized.. y-you've been alone for so so l-long..." His voice was cracking. He was trying to hold the emotions off like a dam. It's barely holding on to not flooding the place with tears and feelings.

Evan's eyes watched with shock, trying to think of what to do. "Brock..." "And all this d-damn time, I've been n-nothing but u-upset. I th-thought I knew e-everything, and... and yet I completely m-m-missed the point." Brock was shaking now, a hand clutching onto his coat as he stared wide at his feet. The thoughts were overbearing, overwhelming, overtaking his head.

"I'm such a h-horrible-"

Brock stopped talking as he felt hands on his shoulders, his head shooting up to see Evan looking at him with tear-brimming eyes threatening to spill at any time. "Stop that." He tells him, eyes soft, sad, and forgiving. "Stop thinking that," he demands. Evan wasn't sure how he was holding up either.

You didn't know for so long, and you were probably worried sick about him. No one, for the longest time, ever told you anything about where he went when he was already far gone in the first place. I should have been there to tell you! Checked on you even." Evan was doing his best to hold his composure for the both of them. He didn't do it before, so he's doing it now. That's what he was telling himself.

Brock watched as Evan was spilling and erupting so much all at the same time. He knew Evan was never the type to talk like this without a moment to breathe. He felt so bad for Evan. "You deserve to have been upset with me, and I just wished you'd understand that you were never alone about this in the first place." And yet he felt so understood by him too.

"I am so sorry and-" "We both are."

He interrupts him again as he puts a shaky hand on one of Evan's hunched shoulders. Evan stopped as he opened his eyes, finally seeing the kind and half-hearted smile of Brock. Such welcoming forgiveness and asking for it at the same time was getting to be too much. "I'm so very sorry... Evan." he reiterates, bringing the other to an embrace of finally understanding.