Keiran’s gaze, though more or less trained on a family nearby, often flicked over to Millie to ensure that she was still there and still all right. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, but rather that he didn’t trust other people. Currently, however, he wasn’t entirely sure that he trusted himself, either. His concern was only made more obvious when she stopped as she caught sight of him.
“Morning,” he replied lightly, trying to shoo his frown. Beaches weren’t exactly where he had expected to spend too much of his time; on the other hand, he supposed he had seen it coming when he agreed to vacation with Millie. It had to even out somewhere. He was fairly lost in thought until she spoke again.
Keiran’s eyes swept to hers, slightly surprised at both the tone and the jest that she tossed his way. Her laugh brightened his mood a bit, though, so he hesitated only a moment before doing as she asked. He wasn’t exactly interested in insulting her now that she was speaking to him like things hadn’t changed. For a moment things almost seemed normal, and how he had expected the trip to go. He frowned when she was settled behind him and could no longer see her face. Her hands skimmed over his skin, igniting his guilt once more. The next he knew, she was leaning against him to reach down his arms. Keiran nearly pulled his arms back towards her to help, but she was touching him and he had learned time and again how badly he missed her touch. He was going to selfishly draw it out as best as he could.
Suddenly, and all too soon, Millie had moved away. Turning slightly, Keiran glanced at her to find that she was applying the sunscreen to herself as well. Mouth in a tense line, he nearly reached for the food he’d brought with him before she requested his help. Looking at her – shy and seemingly afraid he would say no - it made him wish they had never come to Greece. To make it worse, she was worrying her lip again and it just brought home how far gone he was. Instantly, and if only to keep from having to look at how afraid of him she seemed to be, Keiran moved to do as she asked.
He started at her lower back, working his way up to her shoulders. His thumbs circled against and between Millie’s shoulder blades, even after he had already rubbed in the sunscreen. As he did so, he imagined he was massaging away the pain and bite of his words from before. His voice, when he spoke, was contrite and embarrassed. “Please don’t hate me, Millie.” She was acting even more nervous around him than she did when they first met, and it physically hurt him to realize it.
With a slight frown, he debated over whether or not he should mention his attempt to go back to bed the night before, and his reason for retreat. Perhaps she felt like he had wanted to leave but couldn’t. Ignoring the sunscreen that covered her skin and the fact that he had already been touching her longer than necessary, Keiran dropped a feather-light, nervous kiss on her shoulder. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her back to the water when she had just shown up. “I’m sorry I was gone this morning. I was finding breakfast. I would’ve woken you, but last night when I went to go to bed… I couldn’t. Missie, I can’t handle it when you cry.”
Keiran pulled away, eyes closing briefly as he was reminded that he himself had caused the tears he had found on her cheeks. “You deserved to sleep in,” he added, silently recognizing the irony of the statement even as he spoke it.
Shaking his head, Keiran let his hands fall so he could reach for the bag of pastries he had bought, leaning around her to set it in front of her. “Here. Please eat, Millie. I know how you get when you’re upset…”
Keiran couldn’t quite bring himself to move away fully, hoping irrationally that she would turn round and forgive him. Or at least try to. His eyes settled on the sand at his feet, extending a hand to draw nonsense lines through it. He couldn’t bring himself to apologize for his reaction the night before. He wouldn’t, as it was exactly how he would have acted regardless of whether or not things were bad at home. Or if Millie wasn’t in college and he was home enough. Because Keiran knew he had caused most of their problems, this had been his chance to make up for it all. So her not wanting to do any of the things he planned certainly threw a wrench in everything. He chanced a look in Millie’s direction, checking to see if she had taken up the bag and was eating.
She was right, his wife. He was this massive coward and had always been that way. But the fact that she thought it, and considered him a failure, made him tense up where he sat. Why had he stayed when all he was good for was pastries and sun cream application? She apparently was fine to go about on her holiday without him. Keiran had expected as much, though, as he lay awake the night before. The reminder struck him with a wave of fatigue, leaving him to stifle a yawn before she could see it. Sleep was for the weak, and right now he couldn’t be weak. He had to figure out how to explain that he really was the most stupid of all men, Slytherins included, and that he would rather stay if she would like to keep him.