I was angry. [there's the slightest pull of her hand, as if instinct insists on retreat; it doesn't finish the action, staying in his] And I was...afraid. Those overruled.
...I understand that things are complicated between you two. And it's likely they're always going to be. Better to make the apology than never make it at all. That much he'll appreciate.
[ She doesn't deny it. There's no point in doing so, lying to herself and him when it's as plain as the noses on both their faces. Just a squeeze of her hand, while her expression is a touch rueful. ]
I will.
In person, I think. This isn't something I'd want to leave for text.
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[but she can't help but think that it won't be that simple. There's only so much hurt, so much disappointment a heart can take. Even York's.]
Thank you for accepting my apology. [which is not the same as forgiveness - but it is a step]
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I know I did.
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I will.
In person, I think. This isn't something I'd want to leave for text.
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[ She trusts him. She doesn't think, feel, like she'll need him there. But York might.
If York agrees to talk with her, anyway. ]