Bruce found himself at a loss. He could leave, but he was not entirely certain that he would ever see her again. He had already lost her, and was not confident in his abilities to reconcile at this point. He was so unsure of how to relate to her now. Maybe it had been a mistake to try; his inability to behave normally had probably only upset her more.
"I didn't mean to force this," he said, his tone apologetic. He wasn't going to push his way into her home when she didn't want him there. He hadn't even called. "If I leave," his throat felt dry, like he hadn't used it in years. It was hard for him to finish the sentence and he found himself choking on the words. "Will I get another chance?"