[ Too far. Seth knows it. The pain reverberates back to him like an echo. It's an effective marker. Richie's face is hidden, but Seth can't escape the knowledge that he's pushed too far. (This would have all been easier if they could take a few swings at each other in the course of an argument.) But as he watches Richie walk away, Seth realizes he doesn't know what to say.
Apologies aren't really in their wheelhouse. Seth's regret is like dust in the rearview window. It's present but it's insubstantial. Richie's not going to bother with it now. Seth breathes out hard, ruffling the veil over his face, before he heads in the opposite direction. Time to find a bar, and cling to at least one vaguely normal thing in this freakshow. ]
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Apologies aren't really in their wheelhouse. Seth's regret is like dust in the rearview window. It's present but it's insubstantial. Richie's not going to bother with it now. Seth breathes out hard, ruffling the veil over his face, before he heads in the opposite direction. Time to find a bar, and cling to at least one vaguely normal thing in this freakshow. ]