His chest provides the tiniest, feeblest meow. Which, to be certain, throws my innocent act off for a moment in favor of sincere confusion. Clearing his throat, he readjusts his jacket, peeks inside, and murmurs a soft curse. “Kassandra, I’m not great with…subtext. I’m…less than eloquent most of the time. I’ve had very limited experiences with…this sort of thing. If I’ve done something to upset you, I apologize. I would, however, also like to be blunt with an understanding I am not trying to offend you.” I do not know what’s going on. Did he just…apologize to me?
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