“Baby, I swear it wasn’t supposed to happen.” he tries to ease the tension in the room, trying to get you to finally look at him.

You had spaced out, remembering when you saw Jimmy in the studio, doing Alex. You remembered her smirking at you when she looked over his shoulder, taunting you.

“You gotta believe me. I-i—” he stutters, choking in his words. “If I could, I would change it all. I’m sorry, baby.” He never stutter unless he was guilty.

He gulps, holding back his emotions.