Jefferson’s expression only softened again when Victor apologized properly and the Hatter let out a tired sigh, rubbing hand over his face. “No… it’s alright. I know you long enough after all…”
Letting out another sigh before finally looking back into Victor’s eyes Jefferson shifted on his feet a bit, unsure what to say now. He wasn’t any better at proper human interactions anymore after all - if he ever had been that is - and after a moment of hesitation decided that it would probably the best to go.
His gaze shifted back to he ground and he started forward to walk past the doctor, mumbling “I- I think it’s best if I go now…”
Dammit now he felt bad. A sigh escaped his parted lips, though he wasn't particularly sure what to say. If the guy wanted to leave, who was Victor to stop him? But he really did want Jefferson to stay. Even if just for some sort of company. As much time as the doctor spent alone, he really did like being around people. He wasn't nearly as introverted as he came across with that attitude of his...
"C'mon, man, don't do that to me. You make me feel like shit." Oh like that was helping anything. He hesitated to speak again, but of course he did try once more once he felt he'd gathered himself up a bit more. "Sorry, that wasn't right. Listen I'll tell you what: We can go on a date or something. I'll try it out. I know I'm kind of an asshole sometimes," Most of the time, "So I wanna make it up."
