Resolving

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Oh great, he returns," I said once I sensed his presence. I was wrapped in a towel and searching through my closet. 

"Where is Jon?" He asked,

"Went in search of you, is that the apology I deserve?" I asked him.

"I apologise." He said, 

I turned towards him.

"Just like that and I am supposed to forgive you. No, I am no Jesus." I told him.

"I had a lot on my mind, Jon's words were–" 

–"getting to you? Since when did you never have your sh*t together?" I asked him and then walked towards my dressing table.

I heard him sigh.

"Spoke with Michael." He said, 

I raised my brows, didn't think he would do so considering his pride was above a hundred per cent.

"And how did it go?" I inquired, folding my arms as I turned to him. 

"Just know I regret it." He said, 

"How–did–it–go, Ethan? Did you mess it up?" I asked harshly.

"No." He responded.

"Then what?" I asked, gesticulating.