Still he avoids her gaze, his petulance draining as shame replaces it. Cade can be childish, and he knows this, hates it as much as anything else, but has no explanation or solution for it. He's afraid most of the time, and it makes him rash and emotional. He's embarrassing himself and he knows it.

"I'm sorry," he says, resting back into a more comfortable kneel, self-consciously tucking his free hand under the elbow of the one holding the cloth. "For all of it. For. ...everything." For living. Wren is trying to help, and he's being awful.