She smiled almost instinctively when she heard his voice. She was smiling more lately. Softly at first, hesitantly, but now with more freedom and feeling. Her smirks were fewer these days, her expressions more genuine. She could be that way with him. She didn't need as many layers to protect herself, or her true feelings and thoughts, with him. He was allowed to see through those cracks, now.
Her expression fell, momentarily, as something occurred to her, and she cursed lightly under her breath, hurrying to the ipod set up she had dragged in from the bedroom. She had meant to have music playing when he got home, but had forgotten. Fumbling with the playlist option, she set it to play quietly. She'd built the playlist herself, though she'd had to do some extensive online searching to find songs for it. Love songs and romantic settings weren't really her thing. Most of the songs on the list she had never heard until this week, but they had seemed to fit the mood she was trying to set, and so she'd added them. Norah Jones played softly and Meg cast a hopeful glance in his direction to see if the situation was obvious enough for him yet.
"I wanted to do something nice for you," she said simply, with a bit of a shrug to downplay its importance. "You know, to..." she didn't want to say she was sorry yet again, but she was, and she wanted him to understand that. Regret wasn't something she felt about a lot of things in her past, despite the fact that she knew, if she were anything other than a demon, she would have plenty to regret. Leaving him, though? It ate at her. "To make it up to you," she finished at last. It wasn't exactly what she'd wanted to say, but it was close.