Okay. That was one step down. She took the flowers. Now to figure out what the hell he'd said that had set her off. Digging through his memory, he tried, Fox really did, to remember what he'd said wrong. Coming up blank, he thought a general one would probably suffice.
"Yeah, I picked 'em for you." Reaching out, he took her hand, pressing her knuckles to his lips to draw the strength to say what he needed. "I'm sorry for everything I said. It was rude and uncalled for." Raising his gaze from her hand, he looked at her. "Really, I shouldn't have said that and hurt you like I did. I never meant to."
Completely unsure he was doing what he was supposed to, Fox went a step further. He got on his knees. "Please, Frankie. Forgive me?" Charlie should have warned him that crow tasted like shit, but Fox would happily do this frequently if he knew it meant Frankie would be his.