"Yeah, and it's my sister's party," Fiona said with an eye roll, not much for the current party drama. To her, the choice was clear: blood is thicker than water. She tugged a bit on one of her curls, nervously looking down at Rory before she began to talk. "Um- the other night... I'm sorry. Well, I'm not sorry, but I know it was really uncomfortable and weird, and I'm sure it wasn't any fun for you and, yeah, actually I'm sorry. I mean, you're my best guy friend, you always have been. You're really nice, and you go out of your way to be a good person and friend. And I think you're the smartest person I've ever met, and I'm really sorry I got weird on you," Fiona began to ramble, assuming the other man would effortlessly know that she was talking about the kiss. "I'm... not really sorry I did it though. Just what it caused," she said, wishing that the world made sense once more.