His fingers curl through hers when she starts to pull away, not quite willing to let her escape that easily. "I'm..." A pause, not quite willing to apologize just then, simply because he isn't sure what he said that was wrong. Though obviously some of it was. Which he had known when he was saying it, he wasn't stupid.
"...tell me what you mean." It was probably a rather broad request, but then...it did get to the point.
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Date: 2010-01-16 03:18 am (UTC)"...tell me what you mean." It was probably a rather broad request, but then...it did get to the point.