[Magnus takes a shuddering breath, holding his fingers to the bridge of his nose. Don't cry don't cry don't cry. Without being practiced at telling this story, it still holds all the bite as if it happened one year ago rather than...]

Six years ago, now. Feels like it...

[No, don't put that on his shoulders, Magnus. You're already asking for a lot, telling this story to an almost-stranger-who-dated-you-but-you-don't-remember-it.]

--So when I came here and, you know, I found out about you, I didn't know what to... I'm not sure what to say. That's the reason things might be more... complicated than you might have signed up for.

I'm sorry.