She spills her thoughts, rages, and his throat tightens, the weight of it all more than he estimated. "I am sorry."
"Sorry? I didn't know what I did, if you were okay…"
Her words pound in his chest.
"…didn't know if I'd ever see you again…"
Pierce him.
"…you just walked away and…"
Convict him.
"That was a new dress I bought for that dinner, you jerk!"
But her sob, sudden and distraught, condemns him.
"I wanted you to like it."
The image of her that night commandeers his mind's eye, and Sesshoumaru exhales, suddenly tired. "I did like it."
