Yelling, he'd done too much of it in recent weeks. And it was why he'd cut the comm line instead of speaking his feelings. At the time it seemed like the lesser evil, but really, it was the timing that was incredibly poor.

"I am sorry, about cutting the comm like that." He leans forward, resting a cheek against an upraised knee, crest tucked against the red blade of the stabilizer. "I probably took those words more strongly than you'd intended them."

Though in a way that was part of the issue. But well, baby steps.

He turns his gaze Drift's way and reaches out, fingers moving over the back of Drift's hand. "You lost someone very important to you, and I...I was not there for you."