Teagan's touch has the power to comfort him and make him want to break down simultaneously and in equal measure. It's always that way, with her-- she gives him strength by letting him be weak when he needs to be, even if only for a few moments. Her love is shelter. A safe place to unburden himself. He closes his eyes at her touch, brow furrowing faintly as if he could somehow mask the pain he feels if he concentrates hard enough, but he knows he can't hide from her. He opens his blue eyes and they're all stormy skies.
"I tried so hard." He wanted it so bad. He couldn't tread lightly-- he charged, full force, like a hound chasing a fox. He tried hard and crashed harder. Guilt and shame scramble his surefire mind with doubt and insecurity. He takes a breath as if he's coming up for air and his eyes cast around evasively. "M'sorry. All this regret won't leave me be. I keep second-guessin' everything. Lost faith in myself after I lost someone's faith in me."