[Right now, someone doing a better job just might have been brushed off as fake. Insincere. The awkward, not-quite fitting exchange between them wasn't a neat and tidy little narrative ending, setting up for a couple filler chapters and the next arc, but it was genuine. That was more important, right now, probably.]
It's...
[Well. It's not okay, everything hurts, he'll surely whine about it later, and they sure were an awful mess, even if they'd wanted it all in the moment, but...
He accepts it, anyway?]
Yeah... I know. I'm not... upset at you, or anything...
[His turn to be awkward, muttering into Idia's shirt.]
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It's...
[Well. It's not okay, everything hurts, he'll surely whine about it later, and they sure were an awful mess, even if they'd wanted it all in the moment, but...
He accepts it, anyway?]
Yeah... I know. I'm not... upset at you, or anything...
[His turn to be awkward, muttering into Idia's shirt.]