Well, that's not so bad, then. At the very least she won't be pulling away from him, which is good because he's not sure he'd manage not to be near her right now. He needs it like he needs air to breathe.

He sighs softly at her answer. crystalline eyelids sliding closed.

"I forgot about that."

And if he'd remembered, he'd have though it had been turned to glass along with the rest of their room. He certainly wouldn't have ventured there just to get it.

He presses his lips thinly, offering in as genuine and remorseful a tone as he can muster.

"I'm sorry."

Sorry he's made her suffer, sorry he ever thought that was a good idea— now he knows there's no way it could've ended well, but grief and worry do tend to cloud one's judgement pretty heavily.