He thinks he should feel stupid, but he doesn't, not in front of Maxxie. He pushes himself up to sitting, wiping at his cheeks, his lashes, smearing the tears away in the hope they'll evaporate, nodding.
"I know," he hiccoughs, "I know. 'm sorry."
With his head bent, it's easy to lean forward a few inches until it's resting on Maxxie's shoulder.
"Thank you, really. I'm- I swear I'll get it together once I've slept some."
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Date: 2012-06-27 06:36 am (UTC)"I know," he hiccoughs, "I know. 'm sorry."
With his head bent, it's easy to lean forward a few inches until it's resting on Maxxie's shoulder.
"Thank you, really. I'm- I swear I'll get it together once I've slept some."