She met his eyes—steady, honest, heartbreaking. “I’m always explaining why I feel the way I do. And you’re always explaining why I shouldn’t.” He looked down. “I didn’t see it.” “I know.” She gave a small, trembling sigh.
“But last night… it reminded me what fear feels like. And it scared me that the person who triggered it was you, even by accident.” He covered his face with both hands, swallowing hard. “I’m so sorry. I never wanted you to feel that way.”