Broken Boulder the end should be a good one

Whatever he'd been expecting, it wasn't this — but as Zamael speaks, it becomes increasingly clear what he's done. His breath catches in his throat and he moves to press his muzzle against his brother's shoulder, trembling. The words are almost too much to take in; for a beat, he can't find the words to respond.
Zamael, He says, all his love and heartbreak bleeding into the single utterance, and he's quiet for another moment. Please, don't — I'm sorry. I — you never failed me, I promise. He swallows hard and takes a breath.
I'm sorry I've made you think that you have — I'm sorry I hurt you. I — fuck, all I ever wanted was to find you — but I can't — He pulls away and shakes his head.
You're not chaos, Zamael — I am, and I always have been, and... and I don't think it's ever going to change. Whatever you need to do, I — The words catch in his throat, but he forces them out. I understand.