He nodded. "I was. Would say I won't do it again, but we both know that's not true, don't we?"
He sighed, looking straight at her for the first time. "You weren't pushing, MacDonald. I just...got skittish, you know? I don't want to muck anything up either. I like the way things used to be- it was always so easy."
He reached out to brush a strand of hair out of her face without thinking, then pulled his hand back quickly. "Don't hate me, okay?"