Yeah... [He bites his lip, tries to quell the empty pit that aches in his stomach at that; ultimately he decides to let his face drop in his hands, where he can cradle it and keep his emotions at bay. He's sore and tired, but sleeping has been a tragedy for him.] Yeah, I do.
[Beneath those words, a flood of unspoken, shamed words. All guilty or anxious or upset. But he leaves it at those three for now, because it's all he feels like he can say.]
[Action]
[Beneath those words, a flood of unspoken, shamed words. All guilty or anxious or upset. But he leaves it at those three for now, because it's all he feels like he can say.]