[It's not the same. When they got here, even if he couldn't articulate his own logic about why he'd left (probably because logic hadn't been involved much), he'd been completely clear about knowing he'd fucked up badly and wanting to make it up to her.
But this isn't him trying to figure himself out. He knows why this has rocked him, why she still has fears, groundless or not. He should be able to ease them, or better yet, kept from giving them to her in the first place.]
I'm sorry.
[His hand follows hers as it withdraws, fingers skimming lightly to rest above her elbow. Not even that day on the beach had things felt so fragile between them, liable to break at the slightest wrong touch. And this time Nate isn't sure they could put the pieces back together.]
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But this isn't him trying to figure himself out. He knows why this has rocked him, why she still has fears, groundless or not. He should be able to ease them, or better yet, kept from giving them to her in the first place.]
I'm sorry.
[His hand follows hers as it withdraws, fingers skimming lightly to rest above her elbow. Not even that day on the beach had things felt so fragile between them, liable to break at the slightest wrong touch. And this time Nate isn't sure they could put the pieces back together.]
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