[There's a long pause before he actually answers her. He knew what to say. That it was okay. That she shouldn't worry about it but the words refused to actually form themselves into a coherent sentence. At least none that he was willing to say out loud.
Despite what he was feeling, he somehow wrestles three words out of his mouth.]
I'll be fine. [Eventually. And even as he says that, the tone of his voice betrays him.]
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Despite what he was feeling, he somehow wrestles three words out of his mouth.]
I'll be fine. [Eventually. And even as he says that, the tone of his voice betrays him.]