Freddie's POV
'So, darlings,' I start. 'What did you want to say to me?' We're sitting around the little table in the studio together. I agreed to come and talk to them. So here we are. Brian looks slightly nervous. Roger is avoiding eye contact at all cost. John seems to be the only one who's got his s**t together right now.
'Well, Brian, I guess you should start.' John says.
'Yes, yes. Freddie, first of all, I'm sorry for how I treated you. I know you probably hate me right now and that's okay, but just know that I'm aware that the way I acted towards you two was not okay. At all.'
'Wow, I'm glad you realized that so soon.' I scoff, sarcastically.
'Can you forgive me? Please?'
'I don't know. It needs a bit more time. Actions speak louder than words. I'll have to see if you've actua
