Lars seems to realize something, and his posture stiffens defensively. "I mean—if you want your space, I get it!! You can like—take me down, and I'll fuck off. I just—thought that—I dunno, we should—talk, or something. I didn't..."

Lars worries his lower lip, sucking it in as his eyes fall.

"I...you know. I didn't mean to hurt you."

God damn, if he had the ability to say phrases like that like, half a year ago.