[He glances at her from beneath lowered eyelashes, one corner of his mouth faintly twitching upwards. Apologies can be difficult, but that makes them that much more valuable.]

Entirely forgiven.

[Without a moment's hesitation. That had never been in question. He'd had to stop himself from reaching out to her more than once during the last two weeks, though feeling as injured as he had made it easier to stay his hand.]

I could hardly hold anyone's insecurities against them when I've plenty of my own, and I can admit that fumbled approach was— startling.

[To say the least. He clears his throat, looking back out at the rain for a moment, arm still propped up against the back of the sofa.]

I hadn't— planned that. I truly did just intend to look in on you.

[He's so, so very careful not to cite a certain word directly. It feels safest.]