Eventually, he cries himself out and quiets against her. Self-loathing solidifies in the pit of his stomach like a heavy stone. Would he ever manage not to become a sobbing mess at the first sign of conflict? He doesn't mean to be like this. He wishes so desperately to be anything else.
"Thank you," he croaks. "I'm really. I'm really sorry. I'm so sorry."
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Date: 2020-12-05 08:55 pm (UTC)"Thank you," he croaks. "I'm really. I'm really sorry. I'm so sorry."