[He's lost weight, his hair's a mess, there are thin lines around the edges of his mouth that weren't there before. He probably doesn't smell like roses up close. But she looks the same as he'd left her here, unchanged. His gaze flickers across her face like he's taking it all in for the first time.
He could be flippant, he could grin and quip 'not very far' and act as though it'd been a joke, pretend nothing's different. That might be in poor taste, and it wouldn't work. But seemingly the best he can come up with is,]
I'm sorry.
[And an apology is almost as good as an explanation, right?
He's been running for months. It's the coming to a stop that has presented a problem.]
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He could be flippant, he could grin and quip 'not very far' and act as though it'd been a joke, pretend nothing's different. That might be in poor taste, and it wouldn't work. But seemingly the best he can come up with is,]
I'm sorry.
[And an apology is almost as good as an explanation, right?
He's been running for months. It's the coming to a stop that has presented a problem.]