Oh.

[That certainly explains the room. And the kicked-puppy look. Akira didn't just have an argument. He didn't just get rejected.

He got destroyed.

Duo straightens up, making an uncertain face. He's obviously sympathetic, but he can't really decide how to approach this without making things worse.

It's not like the pilots were paragons of good relationships. The one he managed to have became confusing and uncertain after the war was over and Duo wasn't sure what, exactly, he wanted out of his new-found civilian life.

And the one he may have actually wanted... well...]

I'm sorry. That's... really shitty.

[He got up, heading to the other side of the couch to sit properly and not like a weird kid who didn't understand basic furniture etiquette.]

I don't know if it would make you feel any better, but... at least you had the guts to say something. I never managed that.

[A beat, and he sputtered out a sudden apology.]

S-sorry! I'm not trying to make this about me! I just thought... y'know... maybe wouldn't make you feel so alone...