[The realization isn't missed. Noah freezes, back to the closed door, eyes trained on the rug.]
... I'm really sorry.
[His voice is small and quiet. He's aware that nothing he says could be enough, but he knows he can't keep biding time and slipping past without trying.]
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... I'm really sorry.
[His voice is small and quiet. He's aware that nothing he says could be enough, but he knows he can't keep biding time and slipping past without trying.]
I didn't ever want to hurt you.