She shouldn't have to apologize. She's entitled to every last one of her raw, messy emotions. It does leave Wilhelm wondering what to say for a moment. He's on the verge of reassuring Abby that she's cute and funny, and you never know — but then he considers that sometimes you're not really looking for solutions. Sometimes you just need to dump out all your problems, like a little kid upending a bucket of shells and rocks on the beach once it gets too heavy to carry around.

"It's really nice," he finally says, head sagging against the back of the chair, "when someone sees the best in you, even after you've given them every reason to see the worst instead."

The way he says it, he's not trying to persuade her of anything. He's just floating some thoughts up to the fake sky. Distance and time have eroded his love for Simon and dulled the ache of losing him, but just because you've gotten over someone doesn't mean you're not allowed to look back and miss what you had.

"It's almost worse, like, finding the right person and feeling everything just—" In his lap, his fingers slot together. "—fall into place, but then losing them. I'm going crazy trying to get that feeling back."