[This time he doesn't say anything, just stares down at the table, sheepishly. Stays that way for several long moments before finally he sighs and sweeps a hand back through unruly red curls, before slumping down in his seat.]
I'll...try harder. It's just--
[But he prevents himself, just in time, from reiterating that he isn't any good, that he's a liability, that he's a bane on everyone else's existence. Doesn't want to be berated again. And maybe, possibly, in there somewhere, she may have a point.]
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I'll...try harder. It's just--
[But he prevents himself, just in time, from reiterating that he isn't any good, that he's a liability, that he's a bane on everyone else's existence. Doesn't want to be berated again. And maybe, possibly, in there somewhere, she may have a point.]