Honeyed Pasture if i leave everything but my bones behind

He put his effort towards focusing on what the woman was saying, coming up short only by fractions. The Mayfair swallowed hard under her piercing gaze and tried to make sense of the words. It took several beats. Was he hurt? No— maybe? He didn't know. Cortland opened his mouth to answer— then stopped at the stranger's second question.
No, The sunset boy admitted after several beats, hyper-aware as the other seemed to tense following her question. His starlight gaze traced her features with gentle curiosity, now; the anxiety had not left the boy, but settled restlessly under the surface for the moment.
I— He swallowed hard, only realizing what he was saying in the half-second before he said it. I did something— something bad, I think. The boy's voice broke with the last few words, tears finally spilling from his silver eyes. Admitting it out loud hurt— somehow, more than keeping it in had.