[ He draws a breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it in a sigh. ]
Sorry.
[ And with that he leans in, gently cupping her cheek while kissing her not unlike the way he kissed her on the beach. It's sweet and genuine and carrying a flutter of lost potential, of being resigned that things never really work out the way you want them to and perhaps it's for the best that they didn't. He genuinely liked her, thought they might have something going on no matter how bad the timing was but then things happened and at least half of the animosity is him stubbornly salting the earth of their potential relationship.
It's hard to remember all that now. Maybe that was the bots plan all along. ]