"It wasn't me!"
Thomas stopped cold in the doorway and eyed me. His gaze flicked around the apartment.
Okay, so maybe blurting out a protestation of innocence the instant he walked through the door might be a little suspicious.
He opened his mouth, but I spoke before him. "Look, uh, I'm not going to explain, so don't bother asking. Besides, I fixed it. So can we just pretend I never said anything?"
There was silence for a moment.
Then Thomas rolled his eyes and went to put groceries away.
I grinned in relief and began to help.