[He stops, sighs. Pushes his glasses up with his free hand to rub his eyes. This conversation is giving him that feeling of heat and pressure he gets when he's just the wrong mix of anxious and frustrated, and he hates it. It's not Marco's fault. It's his own for doubting.]
Maybe. Maybe that was it. God, I don't know.
It's done now. It's done now and it's mostly been put right. Just -- we just have to move forward. That's about all we can do.
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[He stops, sighs. Pushes his glasses up with his free hand to rub his eyes. This conversation is giving him that feeling of heat and pressure he gets when he's just the wrong mix of anxious and frustrated, and he hates it. It's not Marco's fault. It's his own for doubting.]
Maybe. Maybe that was it. God, I don't know.
It's done now. It's done now and it's mostly been put right. Just -- we just have to move forward. That's about all we can do.