He hedged his answer, “I’ll work on it. Sorry if that’s been bothering you.”
“It’s okay. I’m tougher than I look.” She bumped one fist against the armor that covered her chest.
Hehe, yeah. It kind of seems like you might be the toughest one here, sometimes, in some ways.
“And I’m sorry, again, for saying what I did. You’re good people, Missy.”
“Want to go back to class?” she asked.
“If you’re okay?”
She nodded.
🙂
I’m glad they got to work these things out a bit.