[His move indeed. Aaron wonders if he can answer quickly and get the heck outta dodge, because his chest feels like it's closing up-- he's nervous, and guilty, and it-- it feels kind of good, because he's normal again, but really bad because of obvious reasons.]
Oh. Thanks.
[He looks around for a kiosk, seeing one a few yards away. Score.]
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Oh. Thanks.
[He looks around for a kiosk, seeing one a few yards away. Score.]
I'm sorry for...
[Hand gestures.]
It got out of hand.