[ His shoulder drops immediately as the hand rests on it. He doesn't start crying, however. It feels like if he were to start that he isn't sure what would happen after. Would he able to stop? Did he have the right to act that way when he's still alive? It's a guilty conscience that keeps him from breaking down.

He pauses as he lifts his gaze up. ]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry you also had to see something scary.

[ His jumbled words came out instead of what else was going through his head. He realizes that he's been feeling sorry for himself instead of looking out to others. At least, that's how it feels to him. ]

I hope you also feel like you helped them. I'm sorry for what you went through, too...