"It’s my fault."
"No..no it's not." Alec said, crouching down to help pick up the fallen plates, the cold feeling of Orange juice sticking to his trousers making him shiver. It wasn't Meg's fault, hell, it was anything but. "My fault, my fault completely, I shouldn't have been chasing you down." he laughed softly, crouched on the floor flipping plates over and taking spilled food, dropping the on the plates, "Which table did this belong to?" He asked softly, willing to pay for the spilled food as well as whatever they were going to re-order, because it was his fault. All he wanted was a hug before he ran off to pick up his children, but the restaurant had been extremely busy so his time with Meg was very minimal. And his need for a hug ended in her turning just as he jogged up behind her, with a tray full of food, and plowing right into her.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault."