[ He glances over at the comm device sitting on the counter next to his Walkman, almost guiltily; he keeps his gaze averted and pulls his hand through his hair. ]
Look, I-- [ His voice cracks, and he stops himself, swallows thickly. ] I'm sorry, okay? I don't-- I don't have anything else I can tell you.
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Look, I-- [ His voice cracks, and he stops himself, swallows thickly. ] I'm sorry, okay? I don't-- I don't have anything else I can tell you.