[He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. He didn't mean to say that. Well, he did (shut up, Ned), but he knew better.] Sorry [And even though it's glum, he does mean it]
[He's quiet for what feels like minutes, even though it's maybe only one.] I should go. I need to...go to work. Or something. [He wants to plead, to pick a fight, anything to make it hurt a little less, but he knows only time will fix this.] I'm sorry.