He let out a breath, shutting his eyes tightly and not letting her go. He shook his head when she apologized. He knew it wasn't her fault. He wasn't angry with her. Of course he wasn't. She was one of his closest friends, and he was really glad to realize that he truly wasn't losing his mind.
"I know," he murmured. He pulled back after a long moment, just so he could look at her. He met her eyes and smiled, relief etched into his features. "You're a sight for sore eyes." He knew that was lame and cliched, but it really did apply in this case.
He hesitated, then sat down in the seat directly across from hers. "You're okay, right?"