OOC sings a song
Guilt flooded him. Guilt at not being strong enough. Guilt at failing his family. Guilt at running away. Guilt at having responded the way he had. Why couldn't he have simply accepted things as they were, and kept his family safe? He didn't want to speak to Isa about it. When he'd finally calmed down he'd crept back into the house, not moving into the bedroom with Isa, afraid that she'd throw him out for leaving her. He didn't touch Amatha either, fearful that Isa would snarl at him, tell him that he was unworthy to be around their daughter.
Getting out of the house to relax sounded like a pretty good idea though. A chance to relax, bond, and maybe, just maybe, be forgiven. That's what he wanted the most right now. To tell Isa that he loved her, and that he was sorry for what he had done. Hadley's mouth was as dry as when he'd first started speaking though, and just stepped outside in silence. Smiling nervously to his family he looked down at Adelle, his adopted daughter, then looked at Isa, Amatha snuggled in her arms. The perfect family. If they were willing to have such a flawed being with them.
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