Hearing her sigh, Bryn covered his face with his hand, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. He hadn't meant to upset her... He hadn't meant to upset Rose either but look where things had ended up with them. Whistling for Maggie, he waited for the little terrier to come back, knowing that both Simba and Arty would be following her.
'Tilly, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you.' He sighed softly, looking at the floor. He didn't regret it, which felt strange. Surely he should. He was married still technically, even though he and Rose were irreparably separated. 'I'll owl you about the Tennis and the park. Promise.'