Disclaimer: Black Books is not mine
A/N: I'm in a drabbly mood right now. Enjoy!
Bernard stood behind the curtain to his shop, arms crossed, scowling from under his hair. How dare that man be out there in the shop- his shop! And make Bernard actually feel that he should be in the kitchen sulking. It's his shop. He's out there, actually serving the customers. Imagine! Serving the customers! He's holding his arm like that in the sling, as if it actually hurt. So, if Bernard was in the right, why was he in here, with this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach? Thinking of how Manny's eyes had filled with pitiful tears. He pulled the curtain aside with a jerk. "Look!" he shouted into the group of bewildered customers and to Manny. "I may have been… a little hasty there, with the broom and all. But you just can't go doing things like that you know! Against my better judgement, I've decided I'll take you back." He lowered his voice and his gaze. "If you want to."
Manny smiled. It was as close to an apology as he'd be likely to get.
