[He's quiet for another long moment, mulling those words over, until at last he withdraws and stands up, beginning to pace back and forth in the grass. He can't sit still anymore.]

I don't know what the answer is, here. I can't say you're wrong to feel that way. But I don't think I was wrong with the compromise. It isn't wrong to keep my promises to other people, or to help a friend out. I won't budge on that. Maybe the execution sucked, I- [He pauses mid-step, glancing sidelong at her at a distance.] Was it because I was nervous? I wanted to play it off, but...

[He couldn't. He tried that already.]