--- "hey," he's standing on her doorstep, staring at her with glassy eyes and wringing hands. if she knows where to look, the bald patch behind his right ear is more pronounced, the skin redder than it ought to be. he's not well. "listen, i'm sorry to just turn up here unannounced, i just - can i talk to you, please? i need - i need to say stuff. a lot of stuff." it's practically visible, the way it weighs him down. the guilt and grief he feels is ready to burst through his chest.
"okay, i don't want to do this like a rom-com, but i just need to say things, okay? just listen." dexter inhales sharply, scrubs his hands down his face, and begins. "i'm so sorry, eddie. i'm so sorry for everything. i've treated you like shit over the years, you know? and you didn't deserve it. not once." there's an earnestness to his expression, a begging for forgiveness that he knows he doesn't deserve. "i'm sorry. i just - you know me, you know how i was raised so fucking cold - and i'm trying to be better." he swallows hard past the lump that rises in his throat, nervous hands flitting to the side of his head and back down again, an impulse. "i know i'm not how you hoped. i'm not how i hoped either. i just want you to know that i'm sorry." @tinytanks liked for a starter.
