You never had a way with words. Whenever you and John argued, instead of directly apologizing, you’d do things for him. Clean his gun or tent, prep his horse for missions, or like now, sharpen his knives.

You got pissed at him last night for something stupid and you two argued until he wandered off. To say sorry, you sharpened his knife which was dull from its use. Hopefully he’d understand the gesture.