[He watches her, stunned, not just from having her drink across his chest, but also her blaming it on him. Like he'd grabbed her by the wrist and jerked her hand forward or something. It's fucking annoying. He has to bite his lip not to snap back a retort.]
[But his desire to try and give her the apology she seemed to want is gone.]
[He turns and starts walking, not caring where- just away from her.]
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[But his desire to try and give her the apology she seemed to want is gone.]
[He turns and starts walking, not caring where- just away from her.]