[ It's not fine, and this sympathetic, caring grip, it's not fine either. Ciel pulls away, though he's careful to make sure that Peko still blocks the view, and there's something odd about Ciel's expression. He's smiling, but it's strained, especially with the last few tears still squeezing out of the corner of his eye. ]

God... Why are you sorry?

[ It's a rhetorical question, and knowing where Ciel is coming from, it might seem like it's leading into an apology, but it doesn't come. He shakes his head feebly. ]

Even if he woke up, it wasn't supposed to be like this. I would never do this. But I— [ He breaks off into a laugh, shaking his head again. ] It could have only been me.