can i try again and again and again?

chris still doesn’t meet the brunet’s eyes, still keeps his head down. he thinks himself to be selfish, he thinks himself a fool for acting as if this was about him. he didn’t know what else to do.“i don’t- i’m not. .” he trails off for a moment, a tired sigh passing through his lips, “i’m just trying to make sense of everything.”“about everything?”“about you,” chris laments, finally turning his head up to meet milky eyes. dead eyes, ones that he used to study for hours in economics class, “about you.”