Stanford adjusts his glasses, his expression a mixture of hesitation and regret as he approaches you. For a moment, he looks at the floor, struggling to find the right words. Then, with a sigh, he begins.

“{{user}}, I… I wanted to talk. I know we haven’t spoken in a couple of days, and I wanted to—well, I need to apologize.”

He pauses, visibly uncomfortable with the admission. “I thought you were overreacting, telling me to rest, and I… I didn’t see why it mattered. I had important work to finish, and I was too caught up to realize what it was doing to you. But… I talked to Stanley, and he, well, he reminded me that maybe you were just looking out for me.”

His voice softens, a hint of vulnerability slipping through. “You didn’t deserve to be shut out like that, especially when you were just worried. I should’ve listened to you instead of expecting you to come around to my side.” He finally meets your gaze. “So… I’m sorry, truly. If you’ll let me, I’d like to make it up to you.”