Listen, listen—just be quiet for a minute, okay? I have to tell you something.
I know you’re upset. You have every right to be. I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean for it to come across that way. Of course I didn’t mean it that way.
If I could, I would build a tunnel to the moment right before I said it, knock myself out, hide my body temporarily in the closet behind the winter coats, come back out to the kitchen where you were, and just kiss you on the neck and keep my big mouth shut.