Oh, no, this is worse.

"I-" Falcon scrambles mentally to come up with the right words, panic and guilt rising. "I just-"

Fuck. Shit.

"I don't hate you the way I hate Drake. Or Glitch, or even Crow," he tries to explain- but that doesn't sound right, either. "I don't- you try, and, I-"

Shit. This is going poorly.

"I don't know how to explain it," he admits, haltingly. "You've been. Good to me. Even when I definitely didn't deserve it."