We lock gazes and simply stare each other down for a moment, and for a moment there I'm almost positive that he is injured, even if he ends up denying it to try to keep the focus of this event on me and my indiscretions.

But the tone of his voice makes me rethink this hypothesis. Like he is truly trying to reassure me.

"I'm sorry." I say softly, finally tearing my eyes away from his. "I'm concussed."