“I am so fucking sorry,” he mumbles, burying his face in my hair. “I said some pretty awful shit last night.” “You did,” I agree. He pulls back, gazing down at me with pure remorse. “I need you to know—you’re nothing like my father. I think the only reason I said that was because I’d just come from the interview and he was still on my mind. I snapped at you because I was angry with him and you were right there. But I should have never, ever said that. I’m sorry.”
