"Are you mad at me?"
August: No...why would you think that?
"You won't look at me.."
August: Oh...
He bites his lip again, fidgeting
"What's wrong..?"
August: Um...I-um...I-want one...
He frowned.
"Sorry."
August: Yeah...I-it's not your fault...
"..."
August: ...I'm sorry...
