Matt's chin tilted forward slightly when Karen moved the chair, sound of its feet scraping along the floor, bottom of his bottle resting on the table, fingers loosely around its body.
"You're right, I have -- " a beat and very soft exhale, "walked away," he answered back, affirming her words as a way to take responsibility for them, to help her see that he wasn't denying it. Letting go off the bottle then, he rested one elbow on the table's surface and leaned a little closer to her. "I didn't handle my other responsibilities in a way that I should have...I can see that. Now. A lot was going on, blinded me to what all I was really...doing." He spoke slow, quietly, having thought of how he could say all of this to her, so was able to at least speak them without falling totally apart.
It cut as this heart that she thought he was ever an alcoholic, but he wasn't going to focus on that. She was just explaining what she thought. Had thought. He could prove to her who he really was, reaffirm that he was the good guy she used to think he was. Or, hopefully still did, but was hurt by. It only took one huge mistake or lie to really break someone's trust.
Her voice cracking didn't mean it was time to make a joke, not at all, and yet, he'd paused after his words of explanation, nudging the bottle farther away from him with his elbow as he brought his arm down so it rested on the table, parallel with the edge.
"But I'd really like to give the 'Worst Friend of the Year' award back to someone else anytime, really, so." It wasn't funny, at all, and yet...he smiled a tiny bit. "Can I prove it to you, how I really feel? What I wished I had done for both of you?"
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"You're right, I have -- " a beat and very soft exhale, "walked away," he answered back, affirming her words as a way to take responsibility for them, to help her see that he wasn't denying it. Letting go off the bottle then, he rested one elbow on the table's surface and leaned a little closer to her. "I didn't handle my other responsibilities in a way that I should have...I can see that. Now. A lot was going on, blinded me to what all I was really...doing." He spoke slow, quietly, having thought of how he could say all of this to her, so was able to at least speak them without falling totally apart.
It cut as this heart that she thought he was ever an alcoholic, but he wasn't going to focus on that. She was just explaining what she thought. Had thought. He could prove to her who he really was, reaffirm that he was the good guy she used to think he was. Or, hopefully still did, but was hurt by. It only took one huge mistake or lie to really break someone's trust.
Her voice cracking didn't mean it was time to make a joke, not at all, and yet, he'd paused after his words of explanation, nudging the bottle farther away from him with his elbow as he brought his arm down so it rested on the table, parallel with the edge.
"But I'd really like to give the 'Worst Friend of the Year' award back to someone else anytime, really, so." It wasn't funny, at all, and yet...he smiled a tiny bit. "Can I prove it to you, how I really feel? What I wished I had done for both of you?"