[Peter sounds concerned enough that Mantis finally meets his eye but she is still pouting just a little bit.]
I am sorry to say something that reminds you of unhappy things...
[She's learning, slowly, that there is a fine line between polite and rude. Her understanding of social interaction has grown by leaps and bounds, but it is still a hard thing to grasp, especially when she has been so eager to be more social.
But that's not all she's sorry for, is it? This is harder to say. She fidgets, her gaze shifting restlessly from Peter, to the disco ball, to the iron, and back to Peter.]
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I am sorry to say something that reminds you of unhappy things...
[She's learning, slowly, that there is a fine line between polite and rude. Her understanding of social interaction has grown by leaps and bounds, but it is still a hard thing to grasp, especially when she has been so eager to be more social.
But that's not all she's sorry for, is it? This is harder to say. She fidgets, her gaze shifting restlessly from Peter, to the disco ball, to the iron, and back to Peter.]
...I am also sorry for being part of them.