[He's still crouched on the ground, but at least all of the apples are collected into a neat little pile on the floor. He's going to have to wash them all...for a while. Actually, maybe it's a lost cause at this point. He'll have to go back to the store for new ones; these are tainted with his tears and his angst. There's no way they can taste good after this...
He takes it from her and clenches it in his hand, but at this point he's pretty much stopped. Weeping. Enough that he's able to look up at her for the first time since she'd Broken the News to him.]
action; the apples are symbolic of everything wrong in his life
He takes it from her and clenches it in his hand, but at this point he's pretty much stopped. Weeping. Enough that he's able to look up at her for the first time since she'd Broken the News to him.]
No...I'm sorry.