[The realization is crushing. His own stupidity, more infuriating than he can even begin to express. Just because he is awful, doesn't mean that Cassel is awful. Of course it's an insult to have even suggested it.
Horatio flinches, then drops his head into his hands, pushing his fingers up to fist into his hair. He feels guilty and stupid and unspeakably angry with himself. With both of them.]
I'm sorry.
[He forces out. He doesn't specify for what. There are a dozen things he should be apologizing for. Cassel can take his pick.]
Go away.
[He wants to tear out his hair. Wants to beat his head against the wall until it's bloody. Wants to beat Cassel until he's bloody, and more pressingly, more urgently, wants Cassel to leave and take with him the possibility that Horatio will perform the latter of those options.]
Spam - cw for violent/self destructive thoughts, in case it's not obvs that they're coming :c
Horatio flinches, then drops his head into his hands, pushing his fingers up to fist into his hair. He feels guilty and stupid and unspeakably angry with himself. With both of them.]
I'm sorry.
[He forces out. He doesn't specify for what. There are a dozen things he should be apologizing for. Cassel can take his pick.]
Go away.
[He wants to tear out his hair. Wants to beat his head against the wall until it's bloody. Wants to beat Cassel until he's bloody, and more pressingly, more urgently, wants Cassel to leave and take with him the possibility that Horatio will perform the latter of those options.]