"I'm sure it's my fault," he said, shaking his head. "It usually is. Like -- making you uncomfortable earlier by making it all about me." Fuck, was he doing that again? "It's like every word out of my mouth is the wrong one. So I shut up, and then you get mad about that. . . ."

He groaned, rubbing his forehead.

"I wanted these date nights to help us get closer. But all we do is -- is misunderstand each other. And I don't know how to fix it."