[ He watches him bring the cigarette up to his lips, and, well. He's not a fan of smoking, so that's partially why he decides to keep some distance between them.
But, against his better judgment, he walks towards him. Slowly, hands balled into fists at his sides. ]
...
[ The words are so hard. He knows he messed up, but his pride wants to get in the way and tell him to walk away from this, he doesn't owe Moriarty anything -- he knows that's wrong. Even after his meltdown, even after he resolved to not trust anyone (and failed utterly at keeping it), he at least owes William James Moriarty this: ]
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But, against his better judgment, he walks towards him. Slowly, hands balled into fists at his sides. ]
...
[ The words are so hard. He knows he messed up, but his pride wants to get in the way and tell him to walk away from this, he doesn't owe Moriarty anything -- he knows that's wrong. Even after his meltdown, even after he resolved to not trust anyone (and failed utterly at keeping it), he at least owes William James Moriarty this: ]
I doubted you. And for that, I'm sorry.
[ He'll even bow when he says it, too. ]