Jess nearly winced. Merlin she was pissed. He watched her carefully, almost amused that she was purposefully looking anywhere but at him, but he didn't dare let the noise escape. That would have likely been the last nail in his proverbial coffin.

"Anything and everything I've done to make you this angry with me." It was a blanket statement, a cop out, almost. He was sorry to have upset her so, but he didn't exactly know where he'd gone wrong. Like he'd told Miss Skovgaard, he'd intended to step back, not out entirely, except she'd practically shoved him out the door.

Resting his head against the wall of the elevator and his forearms and on his knees, he let his hands fall before him, using them solely to emphasize his forfeit. "I didn't mean to upset you or cut contact entirely, but I got the impression that you were no longer interested in... well whatever we'd concocted for ourselves." He spoke quietly, calmly, trying to keep the vast majority of his emotions hidden under the surface.