[ He caught the pillow and played with the ends of it, trying to find any excuse to look elsewhere but at Lor's face. Sure, he could explain it. He could tell him how Cole thought he'd been cheating - or something stupid like that - and had called him a `lying bastard` and a `fucking cheating dick`, but he probably wouldn't appreciate the context at all. After a second or two, he sat on the sofa and draped the blanket over his head so he didn't have any choice at all in what he was looking at. ]

He never believes me when I tell him I'm sorry. [ Probably because, most of the time, he didn't mean it. ] And I'm sure he's just loving the fact I came to stay with you. I don't get why he doesn't like you. You're not that much of an asshole.

[ Bells tried to sound amused, teasing, but it came off rather dry and disheartened. He lifted his hand to rub at his face. ]

I really fucked up this time, Lor.