"Nope," Tristan said lazily. "I'm the one who didn't contact you. So it's my fault, and you can't claim that you did something wrong." His hands continued to move against her hair, enjoying the silky strands as they spoke. "If we grew apart, then what are we doing here now? It seems that we are getting along great just like we always did. We didn't grow apart." That was all reasonable enough. Sometimes Lauren frustrated him so much--she always took everything to heart, and the little things hurt her more than it should have. He didn't know how to break her out of it except to keep repeating him and hope that she would eventually hear him. He knew, deep down, that he was the only confidante she had. he guilt of leaving her was almost eating him alive.