"I am sorry for upsetting you," he insists "I'm sorry for not telling you. I should have..." He was just so afraid of disappointing her, of possibly losing her.

He turns around in the chair to face her, his big brown eyes pleading wordlessly for her forgiveness. He's too afraid to verbalize it. Too afraid he doesn't deserve it.

"It's just some scratches and bites. On my... back and legs."