Time seemed to stand still for a moment. The eyes that looked back into his were full of hurt.
“Gus … I’m sorry. I-I-I didn’t mean that.”
“You know, we’ve fought before, but I never thought you’d say something like that.”
“It just came out. I’m sorry, okay?”
“No; it’s not okay. And I don’t think a simple ‘sorry’ is going to be good enough. I need some time.”
With that, Gus was out the door, his blue car roaring away into the night.
Shawn sighed and rubbed his forehead. Why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut for once?