[He’s much too deep into this to properly apologize now, even if he feels a little guilty seeing this kid crying like that. Oh well. The damage is done and he has no time to cry over spilled sand. He needs to get out, and fast. Taako looks back towards Barry, still feeling a bit of regret as he locks eyes with him again.]

Yeah, well, maybe… it didn’t hafta happen, or. Something.

[That’s probably the closest he’s getting before Taako breaks eye contact and starts scurrying towards another door. He stops when he gets to the doorway, looking back at the other boy, sun illuminating his hair, the shape of his ears.]

Next time, you should fight back. If it’s important to you.

[And then, off he goes, into the city again.]