[Sitting and stewing in his room is exactly what he's been doing. There are a few more stuttered "sorry"s as he drops his hands, fingers curling around his shin and gripping it tight. You'll...have to give him the tissue, he doesn't really know that you have those. His head is ducked still, eyes squeezed shut as he tries and fails to stop crying.]
I-it's not... [He manages to whimper that out, shaking his head a little. It's not okay...how can you just say that it is?]
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I-it's not... [He manages to whimper that out, shaking his head a little. It's not okay...how can you just say that it is?]