"Oh, uh, sorry, why-" Then he stopped himself, wondering if it was rude to ask why. And then wondered why it was rude to ask why. But he bit that back, too.
"Sorry." It just seemed the best word.
"Raincheck for the spaceship, after we know each other more." Even though she seemed to know a good deal about him, or some part of him. That dream part of him. And maybe that's what he didn't like. He still wanted that part of himself that grew up in Arizona to matter, to be part of himself. From where he stood, it seemed like the only part of him that retained his humanity. He wanted people to know that part of him, not the other stuff.