Oh, he'd fucked up again! He backed away guiltily, even knowing it wasn't really his fault and Rose's depression was making her cry like this. He still wanted to fix it, and fix it now.
"Sorry," he mumbled, and watched in concern as she struggled to breathe. His first instinct was to pat her back again, but that hadn't seeme3d to help and had just hurt her, so he stood awkwardly in the kitchen.
"It's okay. I can finish." He wasn't really hungry anymore, but they had to eat, and Mum and Dad would be home soon and they had to eat too. He just hoped Rose had stopped crying by then. "Do you want some tea or something?" Didn't tea always make things better?