[What he's feeling is the opposite of satisfaction. Part of him is happy, of course — genuinely happy in a way he hasn't felt in a long, long time — but that's barely a fraction compared to the rest of him, which is a storm of you shouldn't and you can't and please don't.
And he wants so badly to say those things, but he doesn't.]
I'm sorry.
[Like this is all his fault, somehow.
He really wishes they could go more than a few weeks without apologizing for things neither of them have control over.]
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And he wants so badly to say those things, but he doesn't.]
I'm sorry.
[Like this is all his fault, somehow.
He really wishes they could go more than a few weeks without apologizing for things neither of them have control over.]