[It's the specter of the children they'd never have together that hollows out his anger again. All it is is a battered shield around the unabating ache in his chest.]
You know I've always been overfond of bad ideas.
I can't give you that life, as much as everything in me wants to. I can't go back to a year ago and do it all differently. Apparently, I can't even take away your loneliness. Couldn't make you feel loved enough. So what do you want from me?
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You know I've always been overfond of bad ideas.
I can't give you that life, as much as everything in me wants to. I can't go back to a year ago and do it all differently. Apparently, I can't even take away your loneliness. Couldn't make you feel loved enough. So what do you want from me?