Maybe Cullen's right: Alistair should have taken the punch. It would have caused less hurt in the long run.

The weight of what he's done sits cold and heavy in his stomach, making him wonder if he's about to sick up his breakfast. It's -- it may not be the worst thing he's ever done, but it's close. Very close.

I wouldn't forgive me, either.

Drinking his tea is a guarantee his breakfast will come back up. Alistair curls on his side instead, drawing the quilt around him to try and ward off the chill.