Scott had so little faith in things ever being okay, how could he ever dream of coming back from something like that? He wasn't even sure how to deal with it, honestly. That's why he hadn't. He just pushed it down and tried to bury it instead of facing it. It was just too much, and he was at such a loss over ut all.
As he sat there, in a heap on the living room floor, clinging to his mom, Scott was desparate to believe what she said would be true. He needed it to be true, but there as so much doubt in his mind, he just couldn't find his usually bright and shining optimism for this one. "I'm sorry," he whispered, slowly pulling away from her, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what to do. I don't know how to- I can't fix it, I can't take it back and I'm so sorry, mom."