"You didn't want to overwhelm and I didn't want to offend. Looks like we both made a mistake," I say, leaning back and going back to the boar burger that I should eat, but still kinda don't want to.

"Did you save the world by throwing potatoes or--" I stop myself. I'm looking for reasons to push her away at this point, and why? Because I'm too afraid of losing someone else that the idea of making a new friend -- even a Sorcerer Detective, whatever the hell that even means -- terrifies me?

"Sorry," I add, expression shutting down a bit. "I'm being a heel, I just... It's been a rough couple of months." Not an excuse. "But that's on me, not you. You don't... I can go."