He had been so lost in the methodical task of restocking the fridge and trying to figure out what to say to Jo now that they were stuck in the bar alone that when she did talk it actually caused him to jump, the bottles clattering where his hand knocked into them. He turned to look at her and sort of smiled a little sheepishly. "Yeah, we can pretend that didn't happen right?"
He put the last few bottles into the fridge. He knew he should say something, he knew this was probably one of those things he had to talk about, that he couldn't just ignore. He shut the fridge and turned back to her as he leaned against the counter behind him. "Look, Jo," he started, "I'm sorry you had to find out like that." There, he both apologized and brought the issue up. That was good, right?