He didn't seem to understand, all the fears you held so dear to you were turning into unavoidable whispers in your ear. You knew what he'd say might hurt you ; you know that it means too much, but you never thought he wouldn't feel a thing. Once you realised, however, it was quick to catch onto how low he really fell, lying about it through false comforts that really only made you pull back on the façade of being okay which eh read right past. You couldn't be disappointed, but yet you were, finding comfort in the wreck of a man that couldn't even comfort himself, let alone you.

He watched your shoulders drop, looking up at you as he pretended to clean the kitchen sink.

"You know I don't mean to hurt you." He said quietly.