“Thanks,” Sora said, brows drawn, still absolutely clueless on how to handle this conversation.
“Okay. Well.” Marc stepped back and jabbed a thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of the garage. “I’m gonna go.”
“Okay.”
And he did. Down the stairs and out of sight, leaving Sora in the doorway of his bedroom with a big jumble of confused feelings in his brain. He’d been ready to have a showdown next time he saw Marc. They’d barely spoken since they’d moved in, except for that odd little exchange in the garage, but then the blowup, and now this…An apology from the neat freak car guy was the last thing he’d expected. And a compliment to go with it? He didn’t know what to think.
Whatever his decision, he had to leave the room eventually. He went to the bathroom to take care of his
