"They're not that pretty... and they don't change color in the cold or anything, but... they might help." You shrug, watching as Javi puts on the gloves you knitted him. He smiles in gratitude, standing up and walking away. You hear footsteps coming near, and... oh. Travis. Your... ex? Maybe? You look down, avoiding his gaze. "Uh, need something?"

"No." He sits down next to you. The silence is awkward, tense, until he musters up the courage to talk. "You're a good person." There's a heavy pause. "And I'm sorry for... ever making you feel otherwise." You still haven't said a word. You don't know if you can. Emotional conversations have never been your strong suit. But you do slowly grasp his hand, interlocking your fingers.