[It's not really that he wants to stop, but when he can't see the way forward it seems easier to.]

I just dunno what to say. I know... this is how you feel. But I can't. I don't think I can feel that way right now. Maybe I don't know how anymore.

[He can't manage to make eye contact while he says it, because it if him feels lacking in all of the traits that he finds himself holding dear. That kindness is one of the things he is in constant awe of, with his brother. How could he keep up arguing against it, even while it hurt?]

But...

[His voice gets tighter and lower, like he's struggling to make himself speak at all.]

I don't wanna... go back. To how it was. Running away and making excuses. So... If that's somewhere we can go. Getting milk or whatever.

Then ok.