For most people, it took a lot to get Ollie feeling truly guilty. But that was most people. For Allie, it was a different story entirely. The slightest look, the slightest bit of anger and Ollie felt like the lowest life form on earth. He frowned at the way she was looking at him, his eyes lowering to the floor as she held onto his chin, an apology forming right on the tip of his tongue.
That was, until she snapped a release of his chin. He hissed in pain, bringing his hand up to touch the scrape on his cheek. "Jesus Christ, Allie!" he made a face, touching the back of his hand to the cut once more and set his bag down on the floor.
He was all fine and ready to apologize still, until she accused him of "thinking with the wrong anatomy part." He narrowed his eyes. "Allie, I can't believe…" he frowned. "Whatever time isn't spent out there running the streets and getting supplies is spent here with you. I made a friend and wanted to go and have a drink with them. I don't see what's so bad about that. No, circumstances aren't ideal and yeah, it was a risk, but…" he paused, watching as her eyes lowered and instantly feeling twice as badly as he had before.
"Als, I…" he put a hand on her arm, then pulled her into him for a hug. "Als, listen. I don't mean to worry you. You're my best friend in the entire world and I'm really sorry that I made you panic… that it took me longer than I thought it would. I don't want you to be mad at me. I just…" he trailed off, not knowing exactly how to explain what he'd been thinking. "I don't know. I just wanted to make a new friend, I guess."
He sighed. "I know you're mad," he said. "You have every right to be. I don't know what else to say."