“I’m really sorry.” He peeked at me, but I still didn’t reply. I mean, what could I say? That it was okay? Because it really wasn’t. “I’m a dick because I’ve always been a dick around my friends” wasn’t really an excuse.
I strutted the rest of the way to the music room wearing a self-satisfied smirk— here walks Ollie Di Fiore. Master of his feelings, expert detacher, only mostly devastated.