“What was that for?”

“Well, for one, I wanted to show my appreciation. For letting me be here today. For talking to me. For showing me that you care about me,” he shrugged slightly. “And for also showing me that I’m forgiven. That I can forgive myself.”

I smiled sadly. “I hope you don’t think too highly of yourself. You’re not the one who needs to be forgiven. You don’t deserve to be judged based off of what you’ve done. Not at all. I shouldn’t have blamed you for what happened, even if you did it for me.”

He smiled at me. “Well, it seems like you’re the one who...