“Mm. Probably.” He watched her for a moment. He wished he could slide an arm around her waist and tell her he would never hurt her- but he already had, hadn’t he? with his sharp barbed words and his jealousy. He got up and walked over to lean on the cabinet next to her. Not too close, but close enough to speak with the throbbing of the music through the walls.
“Recently, I got into a bit of trouble, and… well, it made me… It made me want to make sure you were okay,” he said. “That’s why I’m here. I didn’t come to stalk you or anything like that. I just meant to see you were okay and then leave. If you want me to go, I’ll go.” He looked up into her eyes, sincerely meaning it, and really hoping she wouldn’t say that he should.