"You wish." He can't help a smirk, and a humorless little laugh.

But he clears his throat, and shrugs awkwardly. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights one, but at this point it's clearly stalling.

"I don't think I'm being fair to you." He speaks slowly, weighing his words carefully. "And I figured... instead of avoiding you, I should sack up and talk, yeah? So..."

And he's still stalling. He fiddles with his cigarette, his lips waver a bit, and.. finally he just rips off the bandage.

"I think we should take a step back. I think I- can't call myself your boyfriend, the way I treat you."