Don't be silly. I'm well aware that my passion for aesthetics is-- is a problem for everyone.

[And he's spent the last six months here trying to get over it, even if every step forward is often accompanied by a step back.]

The least I can do is spare my friends the trouble.

[His hand alights on her shoulder anyway, because for all that the reaper is often hands-off as a general rule, there are certain things best conveyed with these little gestures.

It's alright.]

You have nothing to apologize for.