Under Her Watchful Eye

"Would you like to sit?" You blurt, sounding a little too panicked. He stops for a minute, taking a deep breath. He is hesitant but it's clear- he wants to talk, he wants to make things okay. He has never walked away from a fight. He despises guilt. He takes the chair across the table and you let out the wave of relief bursting from your lungs. The hardest part is over.