Rosie was certain he was going to kiss her. She watched as his gaze dipped towards her lips and back up again in silence, the heat of his cheek blazing through her palm. A kiss between them could never be labeled as simple or a distraction, not when their history was what it was, but she was willing to try all the same. Nothing would change, he would still remain cursed and lost to her, but at least she could have parted from him knowing she tried to help.

It was cruel of her to turn towards him, she realized with a start when he abruptly pulled away. Cruel because he was suffering and she had only made it worse with her desperation to help. Cruel because he no longer wanted to kiss her (no longer wanted her in his life) and there she stood putting them into a compromising position. "I'm sorry. That was - " too much. "I'm sorry." She repeated too quickly.

Rosie frowned at him then. What was happening to him that he had suffered through worst than this? Or was he referring to their split? She took a step back from him, allowing him the room he obviously was asking for with both his words and actions. "I'm not leaving you like this. Once we're out of the maze I'll summon help for you and go. I'm sorry. I didn't mean - I was only-" Rosie broke off then, unable to keep attempting hopeless explanations. Obviously, she had no intentions of reconciling. Obviously, he would never want for any such thing. (I'm so happy you're here, echoed in her ears.) She shrugged then a bit uselessly and sighed, "I' sorry."

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