Minute I'm left wondering if I even said what I did about the slip of his words, the meaning that looks solid and then collapses into mud when you try and take hold of it. Touch one hand light to my mouth as if I could feel some trace of what I did or didn't speak still there. I told him I didn't want him to leave, I did...

"Iago." Can't think where to go with that a moment, and the rain runs down. "Believe you didn't leave to hurt me. But I bloody well cannot talk to you while you're going in circles over what did or didn't happen, think or don't." And if it's something he can drop in a moment's notice, then it's a game he's been playing with me all this time, and I will not have that, I will not. "I'll walk you back t'Allesandra's, but this matter of speaking without meaning, I'd have you see to that afore speaking further."