"You're a saint," he said, not entirely realising the irony of his words in that her putting up with Frumblefoot was reminiscent of her putting up with him at the end of their relationship. He was instead thinking about how had they still been dating, he would have made sure Frumblefoot didn't get too close, and he almost said it, but stopped himself.
He pushed some of his hair behind his right ear and scratched his nose, his feet tucked under his chair making him look slightly nervous. He wasn't though. In fact, he was finding it a little easier to speak to her than it had been when he sat down just a few moments before. "Um," he took a breath, "I wanted to say I'm sorry; I was a real beast there for awhile. An' an I know an apology isn't much," his voice started to get quieter as he was getting a bit more uncomfortable, "but didn't want to not apologise an' all..."