[Honestly, he doesn't want clarification on what happened, with regards to the others; if he were a better person he would ask anyway, and he would feel appropriately guilty about it, and at the very least he'd offer apologies that aren't ever going to be enough but at least they'd be out there.

But the fact is that he isn't a decent person and so he won't, and he doesn't, and he isn't about to.

Maybe it'll bother him later; it's sort of hard to say what will and what won't. Maybe it'll hit him well after the fact, now that things for the time being have quite simply stopped along with the rest of his life; maybe it'll be like last night, where he was fine until the door locked and then he...wasn't, and he's never going to express exactly how he wasn't both because it's stupid and because he's not sure there's a way to express that in the first place.

There are still...a few things to get out there; they're probably going to lead to fights, but.]

...It wasn't you.

[And that wasn't quite what he meant, but it's a start.]

You didn't do anything, or not do anything, to make me go off the rails like that. I know you would have given me pretty much anything I asked for if I'd come to you about it; whether you would have let me run off to go play soldier again or not isn't the point.