Apologizing is a lot easier said than done.
I've written—and deleted—a hundred drafts of an apology text, finally deciding in-person apologies are far superior.
But then there's this whole thing where I don't really want to call him at work, and calling him over to apologize just seems awkward, but I don't want to assume he's going to waltz over after a fight, either—leading me directly down a spiral of questioning myself so bad, I finally do send the text I'd just decided wasn't good enough.
It's two words.
I'm sorry.
That's it.
Which is why I'm now sitting in class, forehead to my desk, as Professor Whateverhisfaceis drones on about glyphs and their mental manifestation versus physical, and how this is the difference between beginner's spellcasting and advanced spellcraft, and how it was all discovered by some enterprising young wizard from ages and ages ago.
All very dry and boring.
