Someone open a window, he's going to hurl himself straight out into the void. It's the only solution now. What does he even say? Nothing can make this alright ever again. He's dying.

Inigo crumbles to the floor until he's just squatting there, his hands firmly clasped over his tomato red face.

"D-Don't mind that!" Why is his mouth quicker than his brain?! "J.. Just get dressed! It's fine! Pretend you didn't hear a thing..!"