The words strike him sharply, and it makes him feel like he could crumble right here and now. He doesn't. He won't. He does compartmentalize better than that. But it doesn't stop it from feeling like he might buckle under the weight of that statement.
"Yeah," he says with a nod, voice a hoarse rasp. "but I fucked all that up."
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"Yeah," he says with a nod, voice a hoarse rasp. "but I fucked all that up."