Wolfgang closes their eyes. “I hate that I made you think that.” They should have had this talk months ago, but neither of them wanted to bring it up — Wolfgang kept hoping it would just never happen, so they'd never have to address it. Should have known better. Now they've fucked it up.
“Michael, you're not a monster. You didn't do anything wrong. That's normal. I'm sorry. I did not mean to make you think it's your fault.”