"I guess it wasn't really all that funny," he replied quietly, responding to her mood. He'd almost said sorry, again, but knew her reaction to that particular word.
That she had shifted away from him was not particularly comforting. He hated that this had happened. Hate wasn't a strong enough word for it. In such a short time, Heather had become such a good friend, someone he felt he could trust. And now, so quickly, they'd taken a huge backward step. She couldn't even look at him.
He looked down at the patterns her toes were making in the water. He was sitting far enough back that his booted feet hovered just above the waters surface.
"Tell me what I need to do to fix this." He reached out slowly, pushing back the hair from her face to hook behind her ear. He knew his touch wasn't necessarily all that welcome at the moment, but he wanted to see her face.