Andrew blinks hard. "So I was like, just answer me one question and I'll go. And he says, what, and I asked him ... are you sorry. At all."

His chest hurts as though something's swelling inside it; it's like he's back there again, willing Matt to turn and look at him. To say anything.

(To say yes.)

Small and choked: "And he just --" Wetness spills down his cheek as he shuts his eyes, covers his face with one hand. "He couldn't even say no. He just said, go away, Andrew."