He frowns a little and tries to think of how to explain it. One hand pulls up the key and he looks at it, careful not to trip as he does (walking slow has it's advantages, at least) and he lets out a sigh of a breath as he tucks it back away.
"I feel like... I don't deserve to. I don't know why."
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"I feel like... I don't deserve to. I don't know why."