His face softened and he tilted his head. “Oh, Cal, I’m sorry...” he said gently, reaching out and cupping her jaw. “Do you want to talk about it?”
She shook her head slightly. "Not.. Not really. I told him that I like you. He really doesn't like you."
He sighed a little, shaking his head thoughtfully. "Yeah. I figured. Do you want me to go talk to him? Maybe I can bury the hatchet..."
"He's been kind of mean about it," she admitted. "Plus.. I don't really want him to think that I sent you to defend me."
He sighed, considering her. "Wait a week. He'll realize that he was being mean in a week. He needs you more than you need him, I think."
He gave her a small smile, tilting his head playfully. "Well, lucky for you, I don't plan on ever letting you have peace," he said smugly.