He sinks, looking away, face tearstained. He's embarrassed, by how he acted, by assuming the worst. Even more, he feels bad for her. He thought she had everything she wanted. He guessed that wasn't true. He grabs his arm, holding himself awkwardly and unsure of what to say.
"I'm sorry." he says, finally. He was always such a shithead. "I shouldn't have yelled at you."
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Date: 2015-03-23 09:50 am (UTC)"I'm sorry." he says, finally. He was always such a shithead. "I shouldn't have yelled at you."