April was visably relieved, her shoulders slumping with a sigh. After a long moment's consideration, she reached up to turn his face back to hers.

"Look at me," she quietly replied, eyes soft. She wasn't quite ready to return to where they'd been, back last Christmas. But that was what this was about, sure enough, and oh, this was her fault, she knew it was. She was supposed to hold them together. It was her job.

"I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have snapped."