Dean laughed, though it sounded awkward and forced. "I always knew I'd blow back through here," he said, hands in his pockets. He was staring at his shoes like they were the most interesting things in the world, anything to avoid looking her in the eye.
He didn't want to look because he was afraid of what he might see. He'd kissed her, he'd bailed, and now he was back. Honestly, he didn't expect to be forgiven quickly, or even totally. But he was going to try and fix things. How, he wasn't really sure. But he had to try if it was going to work at all.
He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, tilting his head up to look at her. "I left, without a word, without a goodbye, and that was a really crappy thing to do. And I wouldn't blame you in the slightest if you were pissed as all hell at me."
"But I'm back now. I'm not expecting everything to be okay with us, I'm not expecting to pick right back up where we left off, but maybe...maybe we could start over. Try again. Try being friends. And I'll have to earn your trust back, I know that. Are you willing to let me try?"