The
Nightingale
Phoebe managed a small smirk. "Well look at that, sincerely admitting to a flaw. Maybe you have changed." she teased. If he was having to rebuild so many relationships, it was clear he had a problem with making people angry - and at least he could admit to it.
She listened to his apology and tried to keep the reflex to be defensive down. He was trying, truly, and she could see it written on his face and hear it in the tone of his voice. For all of the apologies he had given her, none had ever felt quite like this. It came from his heart, not his mind where it was used as a manipulative tool. "Apology accepted." she said softly with a small smile.
Then she stood and made her way over to the bar, looking to refill her drink. "Now where do we go from here?" she said.
She listened to his apology and tried to keep the reflex to be defensive down. He was trying, truly, and she could see it written on his face and hear it in the tone of his voice. For all of the apologies he had given her, none had ever felt quite like this. It came from his heart, not his mind where it was used as a manipulative tool. "Apology accepted." she said softly with a small smile.
Then she stood and made her way over to the bar, looking to refill her drink. "Now where do we go from here?" she said.
'cause I think everyone
deserves a chance to fly
deserves a chance to fly
