Oh. Theo felt something in her demeanour change almost at once, maybe in her eyes or her expression or the way she’d glanced away. She had – disengaged, even as she was still grasping his hand as they danced.
So he had put a foot wrong, metaphorically. And he – didn’t mind if she liked him or not, didn’t mind if this was their last dance of the evening, didn’t care what they talked about or if they just danced in silence, even. But he felt a little bad for it, for being cynical or bitter or disrespectful, and though he could ignore it, he didn’t want to leave things on a sour note. There was wallowing in his own misery, but he had never meant for it to seep out enough to infect anyone else with the feeling. “Sorry,” he said awkwardly, swallowing. “I’m just... I didn’t mean to – offend you.” He wasn’t sure that was the right word, but he had taken the mockery of the night too far, maybe, and he couldn’t exactly say sorry if you actually like Valentine’s Day.
So he had put a foot wrong, metaphorically. And he – didn’t mind if she liked him or not, didn’t mind if this was their last dance of the evening, didn’t care what they talked about or if they just danced in silence, even. But he felt a little bad for it, for being cynical or bitter or disrespectful, and though he could ignore it, he didn’t want to leave things on a sour note. There was wallowing in his own misery, but he had never meant for it to seep out enough to infect anyone else with the feeling. “Sorry,” he said awkwardly, swallowing. “I’m just... I didn’t mean to – offend you.” He wasn’t sure that was the right word, but he had taken the mockery of the night too far, maybe, and he couldn’t exactly say sorry if you actually like Valentine’s Day.
