Fate really was bound and determined to show her what an idiot she was. Of course the first game she missed of either wizard was their first inter-league match, if indeed that was where they had talked. Or worse. She flushed, thinking of the choice comments Drystan might make about her, Charles, or them together. In that moment, she felt angrier with her brother than ever before. Fine, she deserved everything he said about her, maybe more, but Charles was a good person. If he laid a finger on him, Penelope knew it would be a long while before she could forgive her brother. Hearing he'd had words with Drystan, though… that hot feeling of shame that had become second nature to her was accompanied by something else, still warm, but softer. She supposed she hadn't realized he cared enough. It was humbling, and yet another check in the column of things that told her this was the right thing to do.
"It was never a game," she said softly, steeling herself to look him in the eye. "I swear it."
Bringing her arms tighter around herself, Penelope blew out a breath slowly and dropped her gaze, staring off into the distance where the park lay. "But it can't be more. I'm selfish and I've managed to do nothing but hurt people I care about, Charlie." She breached the lack of contact by reaching out a hand to cup his cheek lightly before starting to draw away. "I couldn't bear it if I did it more than I already have to you."
She let out a hollow laugh and gave him a look full of self-derision. "Do you see? The selfishness just doesn't let up."
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