[Good feelings gone. Andrew stares down at M as a knot forms in his gut. That's about the most direct attempt to broach the subject that he's going to get. And yet...]
Is there something you want to talk about?
[After all, he wasn't the one that was there. He doesn't know what was said, although he can guess that it wasn't flattering. He can't explain himself if he doesn't know what he has to defend against.]
no subject
Is there something you want to talk about?
[After all, he wasn't the one that was there. He doesn't know what was said, although he can guess that it wasn't flattering. He can't explain himself if he doesn't know what he has to defend against.]