“You just come back,” he said softly. “And if people are mad, you say sorry. You work to fix what you messed up. Look, I get it, I get that urge to just run away and be safe. I’ve done that so many times myself. But...I guess I’ve kind of learned that it doesn’t fix anything. You’ve got to just...go back. Everyone screws up, Hope. And I can’t speak for other people but you didn’t mess up anything with me. I’m not mad. Worried a little, yeah, but not mad.”
He looked up at her, smiling a little self-deprecatingly.
“I’ve screwed things up so many times. And then I’d run away to make things better. But it never did, you know? Not once.”