“Fuck,” Luca breathed. “I’m sorry. You deserve better. You deserve someone who can tell you the truth.” Matti took a deeper breath and shifted the angle of his jaw against the pillow on the exhale, but slept on. Selfish, selfish, Luca raged at himself; and answered himself, exhaustedly: Yes, I know. Selfish. Lazy. Liar. “But I’m not sorry enough to let you go,” he added, low enough now that he could barely hear his own words. “Not yet.”
