Godric just smiled sadly at Eric's anger. He withdrew his hands and sat back a little, giving Eric the room he desired.

"You had your own life; your own child, your own area. I wanted to leave you to it. I didn't want you to dwell on me. It was a mistake, I know that now. I misjudged a great many things." His judgment was usually so sound, but somewhere in his melancholy he had lost his sense. He had made many bad decisions, before the end. And even some after.

He glanced at the doorway to the kitchen, his smile slipping. "We should take this somewhere else." If Eric began yelling, they didn't need the interruption.