"I'm sorry," he started, already pretty damn certain he was going to screw this up. "Not because your pissed at me or because the chances are high I'm sleeping in the backseat of the Impala. I'm sorry because I don't want you to think that I don't know you love me or that it doesn't mean anything when you say you do. It does...a lot." He looked down at the 'flowers' in his hand.

"And these are probably weeds but they're for you." He held them out to her and felt totally lame. Yeah, his chances of being kicked the hell out probably just jumped up to at least 80%