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He apologizes, sincerely, and Wren is taken aback. Hey, man, it's okay, she brushes it off, a gentle touch of her nose to his shoulder, if he were to accept it. it's been... stressful, lately. I-I don't blame you. I'm not mad, all of this became increasingly difficult for her to sputter out. Since when was she a woman of forgiveness?
But the more she thought of it, he had done little to wrong her — this whole problem was her own creation, a fragile girl with a sunflare temper and feelings bruised by the smallest squeeze.
He asks why she apologizes. I don't want you to feel like I was intentionally tryin' to pressure you, to-- to tell me anything, her gaze is locked upon her feet, her nails that grip the soil below. I just wanted to try and be a friend. But I'm kinda shitty at that. So, um, y'know. I'm sorry.