"I know." He said with an approving nod. He believed her. "It's really alright." He pressed the palm of his hand against her cheek, a little taken aback by how hot it was but it was always hot.
"I only played half a set, because I wanted to talk to Viola, but there was a really good turn out." He looked away from her, because the only reason it was going to be a good turn out that he was supposed to propose. He looked back up at her. "Really it's a good thing you weren't there," he lied to her to try to make her feel better, "I did really bad."