[ After a while, Nate sits back on his bed, a shirt hanging by the wrist of one arm, but not going any further. And then, he starts laughing, helplessly, little chortling noises as he runs a hand over his face. ]
It's okay - [ He manages between chuckles, eyes tearing up. ] It's okay. You tried.
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It's okay - [ He manages between chuckles, eyes tearing up. ] It's okay. You tried.