He sniffs again, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. He doesn't know why, but he can't stop crying. He'd be more embarrassed if he wasn't so tired. It's as though all his feelings have been trapped in a funnel, and only the heaviest most draining can force their way through. He wanted to be honest before, but he hadn't been. Instead of saying he was hurt, he only got mad.

"I don't know... What to say." His voice is shaky, it's clear he's crying, though it isn't like he was hiding it before.