[Zack's silence speaks volumes and, once he tries to bury his face again, he doesn't force it, holding him and waiting.]

It's not- [He sighs, unsure how to explain things, how to explain himself, or this.] No, I'm sorry. I thought you were into it.

But it's not like we're just going to do this and then I'll disappear, y'know? Unless the city has other plans for me, I'm not planning on going anywhere.

It's not like a one-night stand or anything.

[He's not sure anything he's saying, trying to say, is helping at all, but when Zack shifts so he can look into his face, he gets an uncomfortable lump in his throat. He shakes his head, hating seeing Zack like this.] You don't have anything to apologize for.

We can pretend this didn't happen if you want. Or... not. I don't know. I don't know, Zack. I don't know how to make this better.