[He stops himself from interrupting Seven as best he can, but as soon as he stops talking long enough for Theo to think he can interrupt, he does. It's his fault, it's all his fault, and Seven doesn't get to take that from him.]
No, I should've known better. I should've known that no matter how much I gave, you wouldn't be able to give me what I need. What I want. I was a stupid, romantic fool for thinking maybe I'd be the exception. [Oh, self-depreciation. That's always a good sign. He's a little angry now too, at himself mostly, and maybe a little at Seven. It leaves just as quickly as it comes and the tears start to fall, silently. When he speaks again, it's soft and apologetic.] It's not your fault. I asked too much, for too long. [A pause, as he tries to get himself together long enough to say (with as little jealousy as possible)] I hope you find it someday. Your exception. Maybe with that Liam fellow.