When she pats him, he drops his arms from her and sits back on his heels. For a few moments, all he does is study her and her hurt. He doesn't even know how to comfort her, or where to begin; instead, he rolls over to come sit beside her. There's a comfortable distance between them, but not too far away that it seems like he's trying to remove himself from her presence. ]
...You're right. I'm sorry.
[ He dips his head, bringing his knees up to his chest. That wasn't fair to her at all.
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He's really good at saying the wrong things.
When she pats him, he drops his arms from her and sits back on his heels. For a few moments, all he does is study her and her hurt. He doesn't even know how to comfort her, or where to begin; instead, he rolls over to come sit beside her. There's a comfortable distance between them, but not too far away that it seems like he's trying to remove himself from her presence. ]
...You're right. I'm sorry.
[ He dips his head, bringing his knees up to his chest. That wasn't fair to her at all.
He still genuinely hopes they can be friends. ]
Have you ever been in love?
[ The previous day notwithstanding. ]