*watches you carefully (you're so unhappy and apologetic and he doesn't understand why)*
*debates for a moment, thinking once again that no one's ever gone to such great (silly) lengths to communicate with him before (grass stains are such a pain to wash out, too), and even if you are just a party-girl, it was very sweet of you*
*pauses outside the front door and holds up a finger (hang on one second)* *extracts a pen and a slip of scrap paper from the front pocket of his bag, scribbles down his email address, and offers it to you with a questioning look, mouthing the words:* Try again?