Bastien
The door was opened to reveal Phoebe looking particularly irritated at his presence, and for a moment Bastien wondered what the hell he was doing. Why did he feel the need to answer to this girl? But she was there, and so was he, and he did need some rapid changes. He swallowed his pride.
"Yes, you can. As it happens. Can I come in?" He asked, looking behind her to see if there was anyone inside; this was not a conversation one wanted to have next to someone giving birth. But all seemed quiet indoors, so he continued, hoping to tempt her a little more: "I...have come to make amends. Of a sort. And..." Bastien took a large breath as if preparing for something awful.
"I have come to tell you you were right, cara. About some things." Not all, but a good amount of them. Enough that Bastien had to talk to her, had to turn around his life here before it got too far down the path it was on.
"Yes, you can. As it happens. Can I come in?" He asked, looking behind her to see if there was anyone inside; this was not a conversation one wanted to have next to someone giving birth. But all seemed quiet indoors, so he continued, hoping to tempt her a little more: "I...have come to make amends. Of a sort. And..." Bastien took a large breath as if preparing for something awful.
"I have come to tell you you were right, cara. About some things." Not all, but a good amount of them. Enough that Bastien had to talk to her, had to turn around his life here before it got too far down the path it was on.
