The Bracken Woods it's better to burn than to fade away

He swallows hard, guilt intensifying by the moment. Th-that's probably not... a good idea, He admits, sucking in a breath with ears pinned to his skull. His own shame and self-loathing are crushing in this moment; it's his fuck-up, he knows, but it hurts all the same. It hurts to hurt Outlander, to know in a way he has already betrayed Delight, but mostly it hurts to realize he's— this, now.
It's— I'm sorry, it's not you, The words won't stop coming. Outlander deserves to know, and he doesn't think he can stop himself anyway. I'm— I'm a fucking idiot. I'm supposed to be— well, I don't know, there's— someone, but I don't know what we are, but— we're something. He sucks in another shaking breath.
But it was a mess— it is a mess and I thought— I don't know, I thought maybe this would help— but that's not fair. To either of you. I'm— I'm so sorry, Now he wants to stop talking— now he really wants to stop talking, but he still can't, instead taking another step back as his rambling intensifies. I'm sorry. I'm a fuck-up. You would be better off just— just staying away from me. All I do is hurt people.