"Yeah," he said, looking down at their plates, even though last thing he wanted to do was eat. Picking up a fry, he nibbled at it halfheartedly, his stomach churning guiltily.

"Rapunzel, I'm sorry," he blurted, as she set down her glass. "I don't..." He floundered, because he couldn't give the excuse of saying he didn't know what was wrong with him. He knew exactly what was wrong with him.

He tried— he fucking tried just to have some normality, but he still had this black cloud hanging over him, and even when that wasn't the case, he'd never known how to keep from saying stupid shit all the time.