[He sniffles, and chokes on another sob he's trying to hold in. It comes out strangled and harsh, even to his ears, and he swipes angrily at his face. No, she's wrong, this is pretty much the definition of pathetic. He needs to pull it together, he really does. But he can't quite manage it yet, so instead he tries to explain himself. But it all comes out as stuttering and blubbering. Even more pathetic, really.]
I-I don't know-don't know h-how to.
[You know. How to anything, really. He scrubs at his face again, furious with himself for this.]
I ju-just need prac-hic-tice I think. It's f-fine.
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on 2012-04-27 10:43 am (UTC)I-I don't know-don't know h-how to.
[You know. How to anything, really. He scrubs at his face again, furious with himself for this.]
I ju-just need prac-hic-tice I think. It's f-fine.
[And finally, firmer.]
I'm fine.