[He's glad... He's so glad. Just to hear that he's all right; he scolds himself for not contacting him sooner. He could have spared all that anxiety from the unknown... That said, even in text, he still feels the awkwardness of their conversations. He places a hand upon his stomach, feeling it ache more than the usual stress.]
I couldn't do a thing to help you. And... for not contacting you until now.
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I couldn't do a thing to help you. And... for not contacting you until now.