Hope laughs, more of a breath than anything else, and looks down while they try to suppress their own... shame? Regret? Something else, or maybe both at once. "Not as well as you can," they admit, deciding that it's best to be up front about... everything. Well, everything as far as this is concerned.

"It's hard for me to stick with things if I'm not good at them. But I'd love to have the chance to play with you all the same."