( He’s silent as he mulls over the other’s words - as he takes in what is and isn’t being said simultaneously. )

I’m sorry. ( The words are soft and genuine as those blue eyes stare to him. ) I know what it’s like. To care about someone who doesn’t maybe care about you as much as you’d like… or like you thought.

( His gaze drops back to the bracelet and he sighs, pushing himself up onto his elbows. )

It sucks. But I guess we just gotta get over it and move on, right?