"You're right," I say quietly. "I'm sorry. I've been so focused on my projects that I haven't been present. That's not fair to you."
Some of the tension leaves his shoulders. "I'm not trying to be clingy or demanding. I just... I moved here to be with you. And sometimes it feels like you're still living like I'm not here."
"I know. And I'm sorry." I cross the room and sit on the edge of his desk. "I think I'm still adjusting. To you being here, to not having to ration our time together. I keep falling into old patterns."
"We both are." He reaches for my hand. "I'm sorry too. For getting so frustrated. I know you're under a lot of pressure with your classes."
"That's not an excuse for taking you for granted."
"No. But it's an explanation." He pulls me into his lap, and I go willingly.
