[He felt guilty. He'd felt guilty from the moment the other stalked over and punched him in the face. He'd tried to reconcile and make things right, he tried to defend himself and get the other boy to understand but it wasn't enough. He was still in the wrong, he knew that, but the fact the other couldn't forgive him and let it go was really getting on his nerves. Didn't matter that he was trying to give the other boy a chance now and no amount of his attempt to encourage the boy was working in his favor.]
What do you want me to say? Nothing matters, you're going to be pissed no matter what. I fucked up. Like always.
Why do you even bother? I'm such a shit boyfriend and I don't think. I don't. And I won't because I never had to worry about other peoples feelings before. I still don't.
But it doesn't matter, I'm still an asshole even if I don't mean to be.
[He snarls, picking up his pace to stalk further ahead, white-knuckled and frustrated.]