[He knows he did her wrong. He's been doing her wrong for years. Egon's chest aches, his glow duller than a wet match. Feeling his boyfriend's hand around his is... conflicting, but he gives it a tight but more friendly squeeze, a few almost-unnoticeable sparks dancing along his eyelashes as he holds in the anger.]

All I could do was try and make you happy.

I didn't want anyone to get hurt in the process.