I didn't think you would make it easy, but tell me then! Tell me what you'd do different if you were me...! What do I need to do? Get on my knees and tell you I'm sorry for ruining your school-life? Because look!

[...He was serious about that. He is getting on his knees.]

I'm sorry for what I did! I'm sorry for picking on you for five years, I'm sorry for asking your cousin to help me figure out how to make it up to you, and I'm sorry you think I asked to have these feelings at all, but I didn't. This just happened, and I don't want it to go away!

[Remember the Look he gave you at camp, Arthur? He's doing it again, though this time it's aimed more at the chest than the face, because he can't even make eye contact.]