Dirk's reactions made it hard to keep himself under control- the control that was already pretty fucking flimsy at best. Seeing Dirk like that, hearing his voice crack and hearing those words. He could feel himself slowly starting to break down and he was fighting to remain in control of himself. He was scared to break down like that in front of Dirk, in the middle of a restaurant. But it was getting harder and harder not to, because Bro was starting to feel the entire weight of the situation hitting him all at once.

"I don't know," he admits, his voice quivering a little more as he looks away from Dirk. He has to bring his own hand up to rub at his eyes, trying to fight back the tears that want to come. "I don't know how to make you trust me again." He doesn't know how to ever really fix this, even if he wants nothing more than to put things right. The fact that he can't say the right words to fix this is just fucking killing him, and the more he talks and the longer this goes on, the harder it is to keep himself under control.

"I swear though," he says, "There won't be anymore lies. I s-swear on my life." He didn't know if making that kind of promise would come back to bite him in the ass, but he doesn't care right now. He just wants Dirk to know how much he regrets lying, and that he really won't ever lie about anything like that. He doesn't want Dirk to doubt his sincerity, because everything he's saying is nothing but the truth.