Everything in her body screamed to reach out to him; to kiss him and tumble headlong into the inevitable plunge of love, of a relationship, of possible failure. It was safe to keep aloof, accept the apology but say she wasn't interested.
But that would be a lie. And if nothing else, Eowyn always tried to be truthful.
"You're the first man who I've wanted to be with since Chris." It had been years since she'd even sad his name. Her voice was pitched to carry; she understood the ears. "We just... Fit. You listen to my stupid ideas, jump into the breach as fast as I do. I've tried so hard to just not bother with this stuff, but now I want to, and it's terrifying. And... Oh hell."
She stepped forward, arms around his waist and head buried in his shoulder. "No apologies. You have nothing to be sorry for."