“I’m sorry,” Kaden said, quickly - he’d known he shouldn’t say it, that crying was such a painfully personal thing and he shouldn’t have been witness to it. And the way she hardened up - yep yep yep that look felt so deeply familiar it hurt. He registered the name change… but he couldn’t think about it yet. “I really am - have - have a salami?” he pushed the plate toward her a little, wide mouth in a tense but hopeful smile. Don’t be hurt. Please don’t be hurt. And please don't be mad at me.