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Adrien stood there, his back slightly turned to his father. The words Keith had just spoken hung in the air like stubborn dust. A twist of emotions danced in his chest...guilt, frustration, longing. Such a tangled mix he often struggled to tell one from the other. Taking a slow breath, he finally turned to Keith again, though his gaze didn't quite meet his father's eyes.
"I get it," Adrien said softly, his voice steady yet heavy. "I'm not… angry about it anymore. Not like I used to be." He paused, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I just… had a lot going on back then. Things I couldn't explain to anyone."
Keith raised an eyebrow gently. "I know."
Adrien let out a quiet laugh that lacked any real humor. "Yeah, well… I was a dick. Especially when you first married Helen. I didn't make things easy for you." His gaze dropped to the floor again. "So… I'm sorry. For all of that."
