Sorry...? [that makes his brows knit in concern, looking up at Basch from his position. had... something changed? he'd seemed so happy last night, but...] Basch... you've nothing to apologise for.

[ah, but the idea that he'd pushed for this when the other couldn't refuse is there, as one of the only possibilities he can think of. that makes his stomach turn, and he fights the urge to bite his lip.]

You didn't do anything I didn't ask for, Basch. If anyone should apologise, it's me. I didn't mean to push you into something you didn't want.

[they're idiots, your honour.]