Later, he found me wiping tables in silence.
"I'm sorry," he said suddenly.
"For what?"
"For reacting like that. I shouldn't bring my emotions into work."
I shook my head.
"Your emotions weren't wrong."
He exhaled, frustrated with himself.
"You don't understand…"
"Then explain it to me."
He opened his mouth—
closed it.
Then whispered:
"If I start explaining, I might not stop."
Something inside me trembled.