He wakes up with a rasping gasp and immediately sits up and starts coughing.
What... the fuck?
"Was that why you called?" he says after a minute of trying to recover some shreds of dignity. "To brag about how you got a new boyfriend and it was never going to be me?"
"...no. I'm not bragging. I just—it took me so long to realise, to notice your feelings, how you must've felt. And it wouldn't have been right. It just wouldn't have been right to lead you on, or, or ghost you, or something. I, I have to be a man and own up to my fuckups. You deserved to hear it from me, and you deserve someone better than me. You deserve to get someone great, girl or guy or whatever. And I wouldn't want to, I wouldn't want you to—hold back—"
"Well aren't we so full of ourselves, here? So sure I was gonna be hung up on you so you had to graciously tell me next, please."
He was just—so sad. He was doing a lot worse than I thought he was. I messed him up real bad. And people back at Nada are being absolutely horrible to him.