Romeo searched her eyes. They were the only part of her that remained as the rest of her shattered beautifully, but shattered nonetheless. Idiot. Idiot! Romeo never did keep his mouth shut, particularly when there was something on his mind.

He understood, somewhat, that Del liked being liked, but if she liked him back-- to what extent? They-- they had no future, not here, not in this place of awful forgetting and losing and taking and -- god!

"Forgive me," Romeo murmured, letting go of Delirium and stepping away. "I have-- I-- I messed up." He was about two seconds from bolting for the door.