19.

Then O'Connell felt Jeremy gently grabbed his wrists.

"Hey, hey, I'm so sorry. I know I can't erase the insults and fix the damages." Jeremy looked away from O'Connell, discerning his sudden anger and distress, he let go of his wrists. "I'm fucked up, this is fucked up. I shouldn't have led you this far after the things I said. I'm really fucking so sorry, O'Connell. And it's okay if you don't want this with me. It's all my damn fault." 

Jeremy's shoulders sagged in sadness as he went to pick his clothes. He had withdrawn himself from O'Connell into his shell, like a vulnerable five year old who was rejected candies by his mom. 

O'Connell thought that he looked cute this way. Plus he could feel the anger departing from him.

O'Connell sucked in his breath, having no clue on what was wrong with his brain. He had apologised to him right? Jeremy did apologise, and the way the boy was avoiding his eyes, made O'Connell's chest bubble with stupid emoti