Diego sighed. "Yes, I disappointed Cristina and I lost her regard—you must understand what that is like. To have let down someone you loved. To have disappointed yourself."
"Maybe not exactly," said Kieran, with a shadow of his old wryness. "Nobody calls me Perfect Kieran."
"I don't call myself Perfect Diego!" Diego protested, feeling that the conversation had degenerated. "Nobody would call themselves that!"