[She's feeling bad, and he knows it. He wants to do something about it, but what could he do? He didn't want to press the point any further. She got it, as much as she could, and that would only make her sadder. He could try alternative tactics that are still, admittedly, pretty foreign to him, but...
Well.
It won't kill him to try.]
Hey. [He opens up his arms towards her.] Come here. Come on.
[action, september twenty-fifth]
Well.
It won't kill him to try.]
Hey. [He opens up his arms towards her.] Come here. Come on.