Jason wanted her to know, but not like this. "I screwed up..." he let go of the door and leaned his back against it. The pain in his chest was only getting worse, like something was pushing all of the air out of his lungs, "I didn't...I'm sorry..."
He grasped Dan's hand, and fell to one of his knees. He couldn't think of anything. He didn't know what he'd do, what he could do to fix it. Dan said it would be okay, but it just felt so far from it.