[ he took her hand from his shoulder, threading their fingers together as she scooted closer. the warmth was nice and needed. he let out a huff of a laugh, completely devoid of amusement. ]

Don’t know if you can do anything. I don’t even know what I did.

[ the last sentence came out strained and his face looked pinched as he struggled to not let the emotions get to him again. he’d cried enough today, thanks. he let out a slight hiccuping sigh, his free hand going to his forehead to rub for a moment, as if smoothing those furrows out of his brow. ]

I understood where she was coming from, you know? But it was like nothing I said mattered, because ultimately I was never her friend? Or something like that, I don’t know.