[ One step forward, two steps back. That's sometimes how it feels between them for a moment. At least the moment before she acknowledges him. She's not mad. Sure- she's not happy, but... It's unhappiness not directed at him. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he allows himself to finally step into the kitchen.
He hesitates another beat before he goes far enough as to cross the distance to the table, itself, where he touches the back of the chair opposite hers but doesn't sit. Not quite yet. Instead, he's rubbing at the back of his neck, uneasy. ]
Look... I didn't mean to... you know. Before... [ With the literal table flipping and the angry shouting and the... everything awful that he shouldn't have done but had in the midst of his emotional breakdown. ]
just a little bit
He hesitates another beat before he goes far enough as to cross the distance to the table, itself, where he touches the back of the chair opposite hers but doesn't sit. Not quite yet. Instead, he's rubbing at the back of his neck, uneasy. ]
Look... I didn't mean to... you know. Before... [ With the literal table flipping and the angry shouting and the... everything awful that he shouldn't have done but had in the midst of his emotional breakdown. ]