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Rose & Scorpius. Guilt.
Guilt. What a relative thing. And how much it can make one do.
You feel ensnared by it; you are ensnared by it. Or rather, by Rose. Her eyes filled to the rim with tears, her fingertips shaking against the table.
You had always known you were too weak for your own good, that you cared too much about everyone but yourself.
But you hadn't considered that it would put you in situations like this. Situations where you've no idea how you should tell Rose that this isn't what you want, and that you're doing this just out of guilt.