“Hey. So. I wanted to say.” She turns and blinks at me. “What?” I can’t quite get it out. “So you’re super smart.” “And super strong.” “And I’m super sorry. For yelling at you. That’s what I wanted to say.” She drops her chin for a sec. “It’s okay,” she says, her voice little again. “It’s not, though. I was…There was a lot going on. But I didn’t mean to blow up at you.”
