[ Something snags within him, a jolt that's more confused than unpleasant, at first — 'Do you even know what you're apologizing for?' — but then unease comes in, trickling and then flooding, and he knows there's more to say, so much more. This must be because of how he'd spoken to her last time (of course it is, isn't it? He's ashamed and deeply regretful and nervous in the face of it, wetting his lower lip with his tongue as his eyes fall to the floor for a moment, head dipped.)
How does he convey any of it? How does he apologise properly? Little crumbles in the face of confrontation, of facing what wrongs he's done, mistakes he's made, but more than anything he crumbles in the face of someone he's hurt, disappointed. He can't bear to look back up into Wynonna's eyes and see something wounded. He can't bear to hear what will surely come with apology — she might never wish to speak to him again. Certainly she would be merited in that; he'd raised his voice at her. It's.... unthinkable.
He's standing there in a pool of his own misery, trying to find the words, when he feels movement and finally looks back up to see her approaching him and holding out water, a capsule for pain.... Widely, Little stares at her, surprised, but then reaches for both with a quick nod; he wouldn't dare refuse in this moment (although ordinarily he would rather eat his own boot than take such a precious resource from her, especially considering that she could likely use this as much as him, what with the state of her.)
But she's looking at him with both eyebrows raised, which is an expression Little knows very well by now. He's awkward with the gesture, still unused to swallowing such a thing whole and even with the assist of water, but down it goes. ]
Thank you.
[ He does mean it, words heavy and sincere, and he can't try to avoid her gaze anymore because now more of the distance between them has been crossed, and he swallows again. ]
I— spoke roughly with you, the last time we.... It was improper of me. Unacceptable of me. I deeply apologise, Miss Earp; one should not speak that way with a lady. [ He shakes his head, quick and stiff. He's ashamed, and doesn't mask that, couldn't. ] It was a side of myself that should not have been exposed to you, and I am deeply regretful for it.
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How does he convey any of it? How does he apologise properly? Little crumbles in the face of confrontation, of facing what wrongs he's done, mistakes he's made, but more than anything he crumbles in the face of someone he's hurt, disappointed. He can't bear to look back up into Wynonna's eyes and see something wounded. He can't bear to hear what will surely come with apology — she might never wish to speak to him again. Certainly she would be merited in that; he'd raised his voice at her. It's.... unthinkable.
He's standing there in a pool of his own misery, trying to find the words, when he feels movement and finally looks back up to see her approaching him and holding out water, a capsule for pain.... Widely, Little stares at her, surprised, but then reaches for both with a quick nod; he wouldn't dare refuse in this moment (although ordinarily he would rather eat his own boot than take such a precious resource from her, especially considering that she could likely use this as much as him, what with the state of her.)
But she's looking at him with both eyebrows raised, which is an expression Little knows very well by now. He's awkward with the gesture, still unused to swallowing such a thing whole and even with the assist of water, but down it goes. ]
Thank you.
[ He does mean it, words heavy and sincere, and he can't try to avoid her gaze anymore because now more of the distance between them has been crossed, and he swallows again. ]
I— spoke roughly with you, the last time we.... It was improper of me. Unacceptable of me. I deeply apologise, Miss Earp; one should not speak that way with a lady. [ He shakes his head, quick and stiff. He's ashamed, and doesn't mask that, couldn't. ] It was a side of myself that should not have been exposed to you, and I am deeply regretful for it.