Milo’s face fell. Guilt pricked him. Noah had spoken too harshly. He hadn’t intended to. He cared about Quinn, but she was still a kid, idealistic and naïve. She had a kid’s notions about how the world should be. Should be, not the way it was. In the real world, you had to make concessions and compromises. Sometimes, you even had to do things that made you dislike yourself. He squeezed Milo’s shoulder. “Hey. That wasn’t cool. I’m stressed out, but that was no excuse. I’m sorry. Forgive me?”
