"April."
"Hmm?"
Mark takes a breath. Apologies don't come easily to him. Feelings don't exactly come easily to him, not articulated and set out for the world - or one girl who means the world - to see.
"I really am sorry-"
"Don't apologize," she says, even as she turns away. "It's okay."
"April, it's not." He sits down carefully next to her. "I was out of line."
She closes her eyes, leans her head back against the couch, and Mark knows that look. She's not going to talk, so he just leans over and kisses her, gently, and she kisses back.