Joe was the calm one in the relationship, always measured, but even he looked frustrated now.

Joe pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning against the kitchen island. "It’s not what you think," he said, his voice steady but clearly strained. "She’s a fan. She sat down before I could say anything. It didn’t mean anything."

Joe sighed, looking at {{user}} with those calm blue eyes. "I get it. I do. I’m sorry it made you feel that way, but I didn’t mean for it to happen. You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, right?"