*sighs quietly, feeling bad* Here. *splits the ice cream in half, lets her keep the spoon she licked, and conjures his own spoon* We’ll split it.
*accepts the ice cream* For gods’ sake, Merlin, don’t /pity/ me. It’s nobody’s fault but my own.
I just wanted to change the subject. And it’s not your fault, either. These things happen.
*sputters a laugh* These things happen? What would you know about — about unrequited love?