[He watches Stan slowly collapse in on himself, and a moment later, Jesse sinks down to join him. He hugs his knees and stares at the kid for a minute. He's not so sure they're just talking about Lisbeth now, which makes him feel extra sorry. Hell, this whole thing is just one big damn sorry situation. He didn't mean to do this to any of them. He wishes he could at least remember what was going through his head so he could explain it to them, but he's as mystified as the rest of them.
He wavers between letting the silence drag on or breaking it, even though he doesn't have anything to say for himself. A hug might be prudent, but that's less easy now. He can't convince his arms to move.
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He wavers between letting the silence drag on or breaking it, even though he doesn't have anything to say for himself. A hug might be prudent, but that's less easy now. He can't convince his arms to move.
Finally, he offers weakly:]
It won't happen again, Stan.