[He gives a couple more sobs, because if he can't protect the people important to him, then really, what good was he?
And then he sniffs and brings a hand up to his face, rubbing at his eyes and desperately trying to pull himself together, because they were hardly in a private area, and here he was, crying in front of Giotto of all people.
His cheeks flush with shame. He sniffs.]
S-sorry. [For crying, for being so weak and useless...]
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And then he sniffs and brings a hand up to his face, rubbing at his eyes and desperately trying to pull himself together, because they were hardly in a private area, and here he was, crying in front of Giotto of all people.
His cheeks flush with shame. He sniffs.]
S-sorry. [For crying, for being so weak and useless...]