[She opens her mouth to tell him that he doesn't have to apologize, that it isn't his fault, if anything it's hers. But then he's climbing out of bed and she can't help catching a peek of his skin before he adjusts his shirt, and she suddenly feels guilty all over again.]

Sure, I'll be out a in few moments to warm up the pizza.

[She tells him and once he leaves she falls back onto her back with a sigh.]