Oh! [ He's too lost in his thoughts to even register Edna at that moment. But when it comes to her he really can't help himself and so...all the attention he can muster will be directed towards the cat. The constant motion helps him ease his way back into some calm, indifferent, place. It's only when Giles sets that mug down in front of him that he snaps out of it and lets Edna go.

He doesn't say anything in those long seconds that pass between them. His hands in his lap clench and unclench. He's going to have to relive that day again, isn't he? He swallows thickly. If it's one person he'd be willing to tell this to it will and will always be, Giles. He just wishes he didn't have to. From the beginning then. ] S-September tenth. I-I was working on-on a summoning sigil. And it just. It just went so terribly wrong. [ He grips that mug in front of him with no small amount of pressure. ]

I never meant for it to go so wrong. [ There it is. That stinging in his eyes again. ]