“I’m sorry.” She said softly to him, ignoring the fact that he was being overdramatic about not being able to reach his flask when all he would have to do would be to raise his body up a little and he would be able to reach it. Frankly, she was surprised that he hadn’t been desperate enough to do that already, but maybe it was hopeful sign that he wasn’t drinking as much – however unlikely that may be.
“I’m sorry about what happened… when…” Jia Li trailed off. They both knew what had happened. She’d dug into his past, and shoved it in his face, trying to force him to confront it when she could hardly confront her own. Then… he’d discovered her scar, and he hadn’t acted completely repulsed. What had driven him away was the fact that she’d used his given name rather than the nickname with which he’d dubbed himself.