"All I can say is sorry," Ben began.
Clyde's breaths were somewhere between calming down and about to break out into a rage.
"I'm sorry about her, I'm sorry about dragging you and her into this, and I'm sorry I left like I didn't give a shit. I do—I just didn't know how to handle everything."
"…"
Ben got on his knees, lest his legs buckle and give out. "I've known you for a year man, and I-I've never seen you like this. You're cheerful, and sporty, and spirited. I mean you two taught me about this world.
I always said you two were my party, but that's so shallow… You two meant a lot to me and I didn't see it; I took it for granted because I thought it was all fake.
I didn't tell you about my world, or hell, even my real name and I should've—I should've. Maybe I was embarrassed of who I was- Who I am.
Listen, you gotta stay off the potions man. I know you've got to've been chugging those down while you've been here. What would Colwyn think of it-"
