She came back in a few minutes later, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. “Done.”
“It smells good,” she said brightly, kissing the side of his neck before coming around to take his hand.
She rested her head on his shoulder, sighing slightly. “I’m sorry I was so... standoffish last night.”
“I mean, it’s just... first, there was the kissing thing, and I know that wasn’t your fault, but I hated the idea that it happened because you were drinking or- or because people thought that because you were drunk it just gave them the right to do that... And then there was the smoking thing and I... I have to be honest, Francis, that made me so furious.”
She was quiet for a moment, not meeting his gaze. “I’m sorry. You’ve done so well and I’m so, so proud of you. I just... I worry.”
