[ Breathed out, that edge of irritation still sharpening his tone. ]
Look. I'm sorry for flipping my shit at you earlier. [ The apology is a bit of lip service, doesn't sound entirely sincere, but it's the polite thing to do. ]
But this is fucked up. For both of us. [ And he's finally acknowledging it aloud, at least, that he recognizes that he's not the only one screwed over by this. ] I barely know you, and I'm willing to bet good money that you're not too happy with me, so it's— it's weird.
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[ Breathed out, that edge of irritation still sharpening his tone. ]
Look. I'm sorry for flipping my shit at you earlier. [ The apology is a bit of lip service, doesn't sound entirely sincere, but it's the polite thing to do. ]
But this is fucked up. For both of us. [ And he's finally acknowledging it aloud, at least, that he recognizes that he's not the only one screwed over by this. ] I barely know you, and I'm willing to bet good money that you're not too happy with me, so it's— it's weird.
[ It's fucked up, to borrow his own phrasing. ]
I can find someplace else to crash.