"You accused me of sleeping with my professor."
"I already said I was sorry for that!"
His voice cracked slightly on the last word.
Not with sadness.
With frustration.
The kind that comes from feeling like nothing you say is landing anywhere it's supposed to.
"An apology doesn't erase it," Lance said flatly.
"Then what does?" Henry's jaw tightened.
"Tell me what it takes. Tell me what I have to do because I have been going out of my mind for weeks, Lance. Weeks. Do you have any idea what it's been like watching all of this from the outside? Watching you go through something like this and not being allowed anywhere near you?"
"You weren't allowed near me because of what you said." Lance spat back.
