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Well, yeah, she's gonna be hurt. But that's because you pretty much just told her you'll never have feelings for her, right? You really think she wouldn't be upset?

[And it's something he should have told Janine a long time ago. Still, when Egon puts his face in his hands Boone reaches out, patting him lightly on the shoulder.]

Egon, we're not getting our old lives back. Know that's not what you wanna hear, but I'm not gonna lie to you. Even if everyone you care about shows up here, it's not gonna be the same.

[hauntpadour]

[He keeps his face in his hands, breathing calm, sparking slightly where Boone pats his shoulder. One wing twitches and reflexively pulls away. He told himself repeatedly he was happy here. He is; he told himself he missed his friends, he'd be happy yo see them again, that he knew things had changed.]

[And yet here he was. He'd done so much wrong by her, and the rest of his friends, by keeping his own fears to himself. And he had to know he couldn't go back to normal; especially here. He couldn't have lied to her, or set Boone aside.]

I know.

I'd hoped to keep it to myself.

[It's the one thing he can't account for, he can't control.]

At least, to tell her on my own terms and on my own time.

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The longer you waited to tell her, the more you'd just be leading her on. You know that. Better that she knows now.

[He pulls his hand away when Egon's wing retreats.]

Look, I get it, you're mad at me. I can give you some space if you want.

[hauntpadour]

I know.

[He strokes a few metal fingers down his nose, sighing before he stands fully again and glances at Boone. The werebear was right. Doing it on his own terms... he likely never would have. And there was so little he could do to justify it.]

[The static fades as he collects himself.]

I suppose I'm going to have to talk to her in private.

It's time to tell Peter too, before he feels even more insulted.

I'll talk to you later.