Oui, oui, je comprends. [His voice is getting sharper, anger turned inward rather than outward, and he pushes his seat out abruptly.] Ce n'est pas toi. C'est moi.
[He stands up, grabbing his wallet out of his back pocket.]
Merci pour - le tout. [Talking to him, coming out with him, humouring the stupid, stupid crush he didn't even know existed.] I am sorry.
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[He stands up, grabbing his wallet out of his back pocket.]
Merci pour - le tout. [Talking to him, coming out with him, humouring the stupid, stupid crush he didn't even know existed.] I am sorry.