... [ He shifted, pulling one of the sleeves back up on his shoulder. ]

I don't get it. I don't get any of this.

...Why did you have to get me into your bullshit. [ He hugged himself. ] I don't expect you to understand.

...I don't expect you to understand... how terrible this all makes me feel. [ And he lowered his head. ] ...I'm always just some stand-in... until people figure out what they want. So...

[ He looked up at him. ]

I can't believe anything you say. It's like I said. Words are cheap. And the mouth that they're coming from is filled with garbage. At this point; I don't care if you pick Yukio or not. Because if you do, I wouldn't have to deal with this anymore than I have.

...I should of stuck to what I said, for you to just go away. Instead, again, I was an idiot and let you charm me... [ And he remember what Yukio had said; that he wouldn't be surprised if Ronald had charmed half of heaven by now. Was that it? Was he just one of many? How many others felt this way? How many others had Ron said this to, and here he was on the backburner to some other guy. He reached up, rubbing at his face. ]

It doesn't matter, does it? In the end...

...You'll get someone, you selfish prick.