Up close, this close, he could see the bags under Glen's eyes, how dry his lips were. He knew Glen as much as he possibly could, after living and being his attendant (the substitute), and seeing him like this made him want to gather him up in his arms and tell him that everything will be all right.

"I did."

He murmurs, quietly, but with conviction, and he smiles bitterly.

"I'm sorry."