( He breathes in a sharp breath of air before raising his hands, rubbing the heels of his hands against his eyes and giving a shaky sound. He has to take a few needy breaths of air before he starts fucking crying right here in front of Richie when he's been trying so hard to keep a straight face because he wants so bad just to fix everything but realizing that it just isn't that simple anymore. )

It's just a sprained ankle and at least I'm bandaged up! Never mind, just— fucking never mind! I'll walk home. ( He says, fumbling for the door handle and pushing the door open. )