“Ema, would you like to talk over tea?”
The irony of this situation was not lost on Sinclar. As they had begun over tea, so they would resume their bond through tea. It was almost ceremonial. He led Emalyn into the apartment, motioning for her to have a seat if she wished as he made the tea ready.
It had been one week since their argument, but it felt like months. He still felt so guilty about what he'd said, how he had pushed Ema away. It was idiotic and selfish, and he should have known better. He brought the tea into the living room, setting the tray on the table, and sat down with a sigh.
"I'm sorry, Ema. I owe you an explanation--I thought that if I kept Julenne a secret, you'd be less likely to insist on working with me on her assignments. She'd know your touch on a project, as she knows my own and wouldn't recognize what you would do. And then she would make me tell her about you." He spoke quickly, and once he was done, Sin poured the tea, shutting up so that she could speak.