[ Meanwhile, Qubit's bracing himself for more anger, expecting Peter to call him what he is, and preparing to shut the argument down as efficiently as possible - only to realize, a second too late, that he already has.
The angry tidying-up slows, then stops. No, no no no, that was not what he should have said. You're never a burden. My line's always open. I'm here for you. But - but what the hell can he say to fix it now? "I'm sorry"? Sorry doesn't cut it, Qubit. He trusted you. You promised to support him, and then the first time he really needed you, you ran away.
He almost looks up. Almost turns. Almost calls after him, Peter, wait- But he hesitates a moment too long, and the opportunity passes him by.
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The angry tidying-up slows, then stops. No, no no no, that was not what he should have said. You're never a burden. My line's always open. I'm here for you. But - but what the hell can he say to fix it now? "I'm sorry"? Sorry doesn't cut it, Qubit. He trusted you. You promised to support him, and then the first time he really needed you, you ran away.
He almost looks up. Almost turns. Almost calls after him, Peter, wait- But he hesitates a moment too long, and the opportunity passes him by.
Nice job, hero. ]