He looks with his hands; Ossie isn't where he was. He has, as promised, gone, whether to get tea or just to be far away from this shitshow. Feeling suddenly very alone in the cottage, Arthur stands and gropes for his cane beside the couch.
Ossie listened to him, opened up himself about his regrets, and in return... Arthur did basically what he's always afraid other people will do. Yeah, he doesn't feel great about what he's been told, but Ossie sure didn't seem to feel great telling it, either.
"Ossie," he calls woodenly, "come back. I-I'm an unbelievable prick."
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"Fuck."
He looks with his hands; Ossie isn't where he was. He has, as promised, gone, whether to get tea or just to be far away from this shitshow. Feeling suddenly very alone in the cottage, Arthur stands and gropes for his cane beside the couch.
Ossie listened to him, opened up himself about his regrets, and in return... Arthur did basically what he's always afraid other people will do. Yeah, he doesn't feel great about what he's been told, but Ossie sure didn't seem to feel great telling it, either.
"Ossie," he calls woodenly, "come back. I-I'm an unbelievable prick."