Viktor felt his heart drop as he noted her slight displeasure and the strained smile on her face. He leaned back, and shook his head, and looked away from her, embarrassed at how he had just sound. She was not his sibling; he barely knew this girl and he'd overstepped his boundaries of propriety, telling her things that were best left to her friends and family to say to her. And it made him disappointed slightly in himself; was this how he would react to people now? Fearful that they would hurt themselves as he had done to himself? It was an odd turn of events for him, to go from a seemingly apathetic man to someone who worried like a damn hen?
"Excuse me please, Megan. I did not....I am sorry. I only wish someone had sat me down and told me what could have happened if I hadn't listened," and he paused, "I did not mean to offend you, Megan. I certainly do not think you are stupid. Excuse me," he said, feeling badly that he had irritated her, "I have hardly made my visit a pleasant one. If you wish me to leave, I will of course."
At her last comment, he paused, "I cannot fly professionally for at least one year, perhaps more. Perhaps never."
His tone was formal; the news was devastating when he'd originally heard it. To repeat it someone else, the words still sounded hollow and empty in his own ears.