[He's still breathing hard, face turning from anger to embarrassment and then eventually to shame. He shouldn't have yelled. He should have thought all of this through a little better, and above all he shouldn't have let Break get to him after all this. His chest and stomach suddenly ache with anxiety as he sets her down and finds his shirt being offered back to him, Break's laughter finally dying down in the distance.
Shit. He really screwed this up.
At first, he doesn't take the shirt back. He looks down at his body, touches the top of his scar (of which there are more on his chest and stomach, this is just the most obvious one, where his body looks like it was once sliced in half) where she'd touched a second ago. He's still tensed up, but he stands in front of her all the same.]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let Break get to me. It's not your fault, I'm...
[He sighs and then puts the shirt back on, slowly as his hands are trembling slightly. Once he's got it back on, he'll help her with hers, if she hasn't already found them.]
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Shit. He really screwed this up.
At first, he doesn't take the shirt back. He looks down at his body, touches the top of his scar (of which there are more on his chest and stomach, this is just the most obvious one, where his body looks like it was once sliced in half) where she'd touched a second ago. He's still tensed up, but he stands in front of her all the same.]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let Break get to me. It's not your fault, I'm...
[He sighs and then puts the shirt back on, slowly as his hands are trembling slightly. Once he's got it back on, he'll help her with hers, if she hasn't already found them.]
It happened ten years ago, it's fine now.