Hoshor Plains you were the song stuck in my head, every song that i've ever loved

They move on together, yet what lays behind them still pulses. Eve is uncertain himself what to think, let alone what to say. His face flush with embarrassment, round ears stay airplaned in guilt. Eventually, the silence gets too much, and he breaks it—
I’m— he starts abruptly, too loud to his own ears, and swallows. I’m sorry.