Problem is, while he would rather die than lay a finger on Kerry, he can't promise that it'd never happen again. He can feel hot, salty tears start to burn at his tear ducts. ]
Don't know how to make this better, Ker. I don't want you to be scared to be around me. Ever.
I don't-- what do ya need me to do to make this right? I'll do it. I'll do anythin'.
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[ It's more a pained murmur than anything else.
Problem is, while he would rather die than lay a finger on Kerry, he can't promise that it'd never happen again. He can feel hot, salty tears start to burn at his tear ducts. ]
Don't know how to make this better, Ker. I don't want you to be scared to be around me. Ever.
I don't-- what do ya need me to do to make this right? I'll do it. I'll do anythin'.