[He can't look at her.]

[The others, he could care less about. But Clair? He can't look her in the eye, confront her, try to explain things. He's surprised to hear what she's saying, because he honestly thought that this would be the moment where she would spit on his name, tell him that she should've never kissed him or danced with him. But she didn't, and he's confused.]

Y-You would've hated me, Clair. And even if you didn't, I...I don't deserve someone like you.

[He shakes his head, taking in a deep breath.]

You're too good for me.