"I'd believe it." About all of them saying such a thing to him— a version of him, given how they all seem to feel about that version.

Still, he gives another sigh and shoves his hands into his pockets, trying to keep his makeshift shorts from falling down as he does. He's wrapped a belt around it a couple times, but. They're still a little loose and baggy.

"I just hope I get to tell him I'm sorry."