Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
Ben's been with me for a couple of hours when my parents come home.
Mom knows me enough to understand that something's going on but that I'm not ready to answer her questions.
She leaves Ben and I to continue our discussion.
Our analysis.
She leaves me to my regret and self-loathing.
"I did this, Ben. This is all my fault."
I say it over and over again, knowing it's true, that I can't change what's happened.
Over an hour later, mom comes back up to my room.
"Honey, Edward's here."
Yesterday was... unexpected. Thank you for that.
Until later.