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He watched her reaction quietly, unable to shake the feeling of something sinking in his chest. His ears pinned back slightly, gaze soft and raw with hurt. Some part of him still held to the knowledge that he had caused this. At her words, the sinking feeling intensified.
Alright, He agreed, voice slightly tremulous. But then— then, at perhaps the worst possible time, he remembered something else. Another painful topic he needed to speak with her about; he knew no one else he could go to with it. I— we need to establish relations. Get the word out. Would that work for a— for a break?
Then, he added in a small voice: And there's... something else I need to talk to you about.