“It’s not your fault,” Quinn answered, although the words barely made it out with how inconsolable he was quickly becoming.
Angelo had been watching the pair from a short distance away, not eavesdropping, but keeping enough of an eye on them to immediately notice the rising distress between them.
“Hey, is everything alright?” he asked as he quickly crossed over to them.
Sable stared up at Angelo with wide, panicked eyes, her hand still on Quinn’s wrist.
“I don’t know. There’s a picture and he’s sad and I think I broke him and I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t think the guy I saw in the hospital was really real but he is and everyone’s sad and I don’t… I broke things and I’m sorry,” she rambled, distressed and nearly hyperventilating.