Weren't your fault.

[He grunted, going grumbly again. He didn't really know how to say he was sorry for hurting her. Though he did still have the blue hair bows she hadn't seen him grab during their first shopping trip. Might be a good time to give them to her. A peace offering. He'd have to hope she understood.

After the meat was done being packed up.]

I told him to talk to you about that. Surprised he hasn't yet. Probably still nursing that ankle.