[How does he explain it? What, precisely, does he say? "I don't think I can control it because I know that I hoped for nothing"? The words are right there on the tip of his tongue, and he looks at her uncertainly out of the corner of his eye. He doesn't want to put that much of it on her, as if he's making her responsible for it all.
That isn't fair.
So instead of pointing out the matter with the anchor, instead of dipping deep into those negative thoughts, he answers honestly—but in a different way.]
I can't control it. So I haven't tried. [It's short and clipped, almost entirely unlike him, and he looks at her as if he's looking through a haze.] But the moon's here now. So maybe it's too late to matter.
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That isn't fair.
So instead of pointing out the matter with the anchor, instead of dipping deep into those negative thoughts, he answers honestly—but in a different way.]
I can't control it. So I haven't tried. [It's short and clipped, almost entirely unlike him, and he looks at her as if he's looking through a haze.] But the moon's here now. So maybe it's too late to matter.