It's disappointment this time and it somehow hurts more than anger. Kavinsky didn't flinch at the oh, but he did at the question and he's left breathing in around the hurt in his chest.

"I'm sorry," he breathed, so heavily he could feel it in his bones. It didn't matter, though. He knew that. "I know that doesn't change it. I should've--I should've a lot of shit. Fuck."

He leaned over his knees. "Fuck."