[You haven't failed at anything, is what he wants to say instinctively, but he knows it would be a reflexive response born of the way she looks right now. The way she's kissing him. The way he feels so hopelessly, stupidly, paralysing all thought...
But-- no. He forces himself to focus on what she's saying, his soft expression faltering a little.]
How did you fail?
[He asks it in a soft murmur. Just coming here, spending time with him, not fleeing or denying-- wasn't that enough?]
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But-- no. He forces himself to focus on what she's saying, his soft expression faltering a little.]
How did you fail?
[He asks it in a soft murmur. Just coming here, spending time with him, not fleeing or denying-- wasn't that enough?]