He was so welcoming, even under such strange circumstances. It made her so mad! But instead of going off, she went with it and asked for tea. "Sorry you're not sleeping well. Seems to come with the rest," she knew he would know what she meant.
"I don't sleep much either," unless she had self-medicated, at least. "I just... I wanted to talk to you. I made an arse of myself and... I'm sorry." There, she'd said it. It was over. Right?
She followed him into the little kitchen nook, shuffling slightly in her gait. She was still feeling a little shy and a lot ridiculous.