He thought about all of the particulars of their arguement, no matter how foggy the rememberaces might have been. He thought about how trapt she muat feel, how little she really had, how much he really had asked her to give up. He forgave her in his heart for cursing at him but he couldn't seem to forgive himself for cursing at her. he forgived her for being angry, but he couldn't seem to forgive himself for leaving her alone that night. For forsaking her for his own selfish desires. For wanting her to be perfect.

He tried in vain, but couldn't see her as any less than perfect and himself as any less than a thorn in her side.