[Sometimes Flynn thinks he should maybe just quit social interaction altogether. When Enoch's voice cracks and changes with the unquestionable sound of tears it is definitely one of those times, because no, no, what is happening, that's not what he wanted? His eyes widen slightly like a kid that got caught doing something bad and he stutters through Enoch's speech, cheeks burning as he tries to form a response.]

No, I didn't-- I wasn't--

[This is all too much right now and Flynn finds himself stuck in a weird spiral of feeling guilty and defensive and angry. But it's all displaced and impossible to put into words, a jumbled mess of too many different issues blending together, impossible to untangle and he finds himself unable to explain.]

Peter and I, we had a fight. [More like hundreds but who's counting.] It was... it was pretty bad.

What you said reminded me of it. I shouldn't have taken it out on you, I'm sorry.