Harry squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. "I... don't do well with 'space', Dinah. I don't know what the boundaries are. When I got your messages..." It was like my heart breaking all over again. "I didn't know how to respond. So I put it off. And then an hour became a day. A day became a week. I'm..." ...being driven to exhaustion by the effort of running away from this.
He opened his eyes, and looked at her. She was beautiful. So much it hurt. Even looking worn and tired, she was beautiful.
"What happened to the shop?" he asked, concerned while grateful for some change in topic. "Is it fixable?"