“No, it’s not fine,” he says earnestly. “I wouldn’t have suggested we cancel your reservation and meet up with Jefferson, if I’d known. And if I’d been paying a little more attention, I might have figured it out. So, I’m sorry. I feel terrible that I…hurt your feelings, and that you feel embarrassed.” Jesus, and now I’m more fucking embarrassed. “It’s fine. You just said you didn’t do it on purpose.” “Yes, well, unintentionally hurting someone is still hurting them,” he says, huffing an exasperated breath.
