[WV is jostled for a moment as someone opens the door and steps inside the pizza parlor, but his eyes stay on PM; he's past noticing their surroundings, even as passerby begin to throw brief glances their way]
It... it wasn't?
[he hardly dares to believe what that could mean, but he does stand up just a little straighter, clasping his hands nervously under what passes for his chin]
Then you aren't angry with me? You do not... you do not regret what happened?