Shupple
"I'm sorry... It was my fault." What?
I wiped the tears that were strewn across my face and the ones that were dried on my face off me, though I still didn't feel right, but then I took in the revelation that Mear was holding me to him, on his lap. I hadn't, and wasn't, and never, had expected Mear to do this...
"Wh... Wh-why is it your fault?" I hiccuped as I felt the tears welling up in my eyes again, but made them hold. I didn't want to cry in front of Mear again... It was embarrassing... I guess...
"I... was only paying attention to the matter at hand with my sketchbook... and not about... how you were feeling or that you were feeling upset or crying... I was only paying attention to my notebook, one thing, when I should have gone back down to you and tried to explain... That's why it's my fault..." Mear left off, still holding me to him, and I didn't want to move. This was making me feel better slowly...
"B-but-" My voice cracked but I continued. "I-it's also m-my fault b-because I d-didn't catch m-my footing a-at all, and I t-tripped on to you, and..." I rambled on but then I realized I shouldn't be talking, but instead, Mear's grip tightened a little.
"Don't say it was your fault. It was mine. Just don't say that..." Mear left off, and I sniffled, wiping the last of the tears off of my face.
Things were quiet a little after that, and Mear had his still grip on me, but I was still upset somewhere in me, so unknowingly, I put my head against his shoulder softly, not moving at all.
I hoped this was okay... At least just a little....
