[And there's something about that that he doesn't...like, something sending an odd shock through his system, and he steps back a bit, pressing his back against the wall so he can fold in on himself a little and just cry for a moment. It hurts, and he hates it, and he's dimly aware that it's accompanied by those strange, distressed noises that he's not always in control of; while he doesn't seem inclined to move anytime soon, he's aware that he can't just...not answer, either, and he does try to force himself to use words properly, even if there are very few of them.]
I don't...I don't know...
[His voice breaks a bit; he swallows hard, trying to get control over himself again.]
I-Is that it, then?
[Again, he knows it's not what he wants to say; it's just the closest approximation of it.]
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I don't...I don't know...
[His voice breaks a bit; he swallows hard, trying to get control over himself again.]
I-Is that it, then?
[Again, he knows it's not what he wants to say; it's just the closest approximation of it.]