[She doesn't try to pull away, and actually has to fight the urge to lean into him and cry into his shoulder as the tears finally spill over. She trembles, because it's not what she expected to hear, and she doesn't know what she wants to say.
When she does manage to find something, it's choked and quiet, and again she almost just wants to curl against him and cry.]
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When she does manage to find something, it's choked and quiet, and again she almost just wants to curl against him and cry.]
I hate myself too. I'm so sorry, James.