"I think I do. I'm. Sorry." He looks up, a little bit, but still not at her. "I don't... I still want to be friends. I do. Alright? I'm serious about that. I just..."
A hand covers his mouth, dragged downwards onto his neck. Everything he could think to say, none of it's enough. He can't do this.
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"I..." Fuck.
"I think I do. I'm. Sorry." He looks up, a little bit, but still not at her. "I don't... I still want to be friends. I do. Alright? I'm serious about that. I just..."
A hand covers his mouth, dragged downwards onto his neck. Everything he could think to say, none of it's enough. He can't do this.