“I’m- I’m sorry, Sadie.”

Lars mumbles, brows furrowed sadly as he steps towards you, hands extended as he frowns.

“I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have ditched you, that.. that was mean. I’m a jerk.”

He huffs, his fists clenching as he steps back, tears brimming his eyes.

“I- I don’t like her. I promise.. I like you.”