He shrugged, feeling a little helpless. He'd screwed up. There were a bunch of little things he could've done to prevent it, but he hadn't been thinking. He'd probably just pissed the whole relationship--if that's what they were calling it these days--down his leg. It had been like pulling teeth just to get Cal to warm up to him. The chance that they were actually going to have a conversation about this seemed slim, considering Cal didn't really talk about anything.
Maybe that wasn't fair. They'd talked last night. Corinth waved his hand dismissively when Cal announced he was going. "Yeah," he said, not getting up. After Cal had left the room, he sighed and pushed his plate away.