[ J's one of the people Alex has been thinking about. And... he can't say he's surprised by the scared expression, though he also can't pretend to be unaffected by it. It feels like a hand's grabbed his stomach and twisted.
He nods, but he can't meet J's eyes for more than a few seconds. He looks at a corner of the screen, his expression sunken into inscrutablility.
...There's something he should've said already. Hell, he should've said it a long time ago; he's realised, thanks to the memory event, how much it sucks to know a good friendship ended but not know why.
Is there any way he can say this that'll make it more than too little, too late? ]
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He nods, but he can't meet J's eyes for more than a few seconds. He looks at a corner of the screen, his expression sunken into inscrutablility.
...There's something he should've said already. Hell, he should've said it a long time ago; he's realised, thanks to the memory event, how much it sucks to know a good friendship ended but not know why.
Is there any way he can say this that'll make it more than too little, too late? ]
I'm sorry.
[ Then he draws in a heavy breath. ]