It was hardly your fault. You weren't aware of the situation at hand; I asked something of you that you couldn't do.
As it was, I was-
[No. That's an excuse.
No one likes excuses.]
I'm sorry.
[The words feel odd; from the way their lips shape around them to the sound coming out of their mouth. This is not how apologies usually go. This is not what they usually come to expect, nor is this the manner in which words such as this usually come about.
But Wade hardly looks like he's about to encroach on their personal space, so they suppose-
Things are just different, here. Even then, they can't help the manner in which their shoulders hunch, surreptitiously glancing his way. Just to be sure.]
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It was hardly your fault. You weren't aware of the situation at hand; I asked something of you that you couldn't do.
As it was, I was-
[No. That's an excuse.
No one likes excuses.]
I'm sorry.
[The words feel odd; from the way their lips shape around them to the sound coming out of their mouth. This is not how apologies usually go. This is not what they usually come to expect, nor is this the manner in which words such as this usually come about.
But Wade hardly looks like he's about to encroach on their personal space, so they suppose-
Things are just different, here. Even then, they can't help the manner in which their shoulders hunch, surreptitiously glancing his way. Just to be sure.]