Tragos barely had time to be relieved, because apparently his reaction then got him in trouble as well? He tugged her back toward him as she turned away, pressed his forehead against hers. "Sorry, M," he said, wondering if he could encompass every wrong move in the one word or if it was going to take more. He was still feeling guilty for the whole tattoo incident. He was going to bee feeling guilty about that till he got the thing completed, her name, properly etched into his skin. That appointment, though, was still a couple of weeks away. Meantime he was out there, making more wrong moves to apologise for. Shit. He shifted his hand from her waist to her cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. "I mean it."