Seamus frowned at the look that flicked over Terry's face, and he scooted closer to him on the sofa hesitantly. He knew the other man well enough to know that what he'd said had not been okay. At all.
"Terry..." he started, not entirely sure what he could say that would make him feel better.
What could he say? I'm sorry for taking advantage of you? I'm sorry I used you? I'm sorry that I can't stop thinking about Mandy?
"I'm sorry," he said softly, staring at a spot on the sofa.