In as much as we pounced on any opportunity we could to be intimate to the point just the thought of it makes me blush, that night something shifted. As Eva walked out the door promising to stay in touch the minute it shut I turned to find him already waiting for me sparking a level of anticipation at what he was going to do. His neutral expression dropped to one that was remorseful with us finally hidden within the safety of non-judgmental walls, "I know I said it already, but I am sorry that you got dragged into my shit."