Chapter 11

“Okay,” Sora said, because he didn’t know what else to say.

“Okay?” Marc asked.

“Yeah.”

“A-are we good, then?” He seemed truly concerned about it. This was not how Sora was used to arguments and fights going. An apology this quick? Actual concern for his feelings?

“I’m not sure.”

“Oh.” Marc bit his lip. “Well. I’m not great at this apology stuff.”

“Me neither.”

“I’m gonna go back out to my car…I’m gonna be working on it for a while, I can’t really stop in the middle, but I promise not to touch anything of yours. Um. Your art’s really good, so…I don’t want you to stop because of me.”

“Thanks,” Sora said, brows drawn, still absolutely clueless on how to handle this conversation.

“Okay. Well.” Marc stepped back and jabbed a thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of the garage. “I’m gonna go.”

“Okay.”