Talk:Sophie and Fitz/@comment-37879183-20190210202016/@comment-37879183-20190210221820

'He dropped his eyes before he said "Keefe told me what you went through yesterday–and what you've been going through ever since... well, you know. And I just... I..." He dropped her hands and looked at the ground. "Ugh, how do I apologize for being the biggest jerk ever?"

Sophie smiled sadly. "You weren't that big of a jerk."

"Yeah I was." He walked a few steps away, kicking the grass. "I was just so angry. All I could do was scream and break things. Half my stuff is trashed now." He turned back to her, but he kept his eyes down. "But... I'm so sorry, Sophie– for everything. And I wanted to know that before you fix my dad, because if it works, I don't want you to think that's the only reason I'm saying it."

His words felt warmer than the sunshine peeking through the branches. "It's okay, Fitz. I'm not mad at you. I don't think I ever was."

He looked at her then, his brows scrunched together. "Why not?"

Sophie shrugged. "You thought you'd lost your dad. You had a right to freak out. But..." It was her turn to look away. "You really don't blame me anymore?"

Fitz stepped closer. "I never really did. I was just... I don't know. I was being stupid."

"Boy is that an understatement," Alvar said, making them both jump as he appeared out of thin air. "And I gotta say, Sophie. I think you're letting him off too easy. At least make him buy you a present or something."

Sophie laughed as Fitz glared at his brother. 'Maybe next time."

"There won't be a next time," Fitz said, and the look in his eyes made Sophie's heart flutter. She'd almost forgotten what that felt like.'

-Exile, pages 541-542