Melody looked sharply from him. Mean what? Was she to believe he shouldn't have said it at all, then? Was it a heat of the moment slip that he hadn't intended? Bile rose in her throat, the seventh time that day, and she forcibly swallowed it back down. He hadn't meant it then, and she shouldn't have asked.
"Nothing, it's fine." She answered.
"Nothing, it's fine." She answered.