Kate just waits through his awkward pause, squinting away at some dust in the opposite corner of the ceiling or something, disinclined to let him off the hook as easily as speaking up now would. (You are two hundred years old Aidan how do you not have this shit down smooth??)

But that's about as difficult as she's going to be this time, and it's actually a pretty good apology (or whatever) once he gets it out. "I thought so." The emphasis in that agreement is slight, and she lifts her near shoulder in a shrug that bumps it against his. "We could give it another shot some time."