Maximilian followed without hesitation, concern replacing everything else. "Is something wrong?" he asked, watching her as she moved to her drawer, searching for something.
"No… it's…" she trailed off, still rummaging, before finally pulling something out.
She turned, holding it up with an awkward, almost embarrassed smile.
"Sorry…"
For a second, he simply blinked, the situation settling in.
Her monthlies had arrived.
And then he exhaled, a quiet, amused breath leaving him as the tension in his shoulders eased.
"What are you apologizing for?" he asked, the corners of his lips lifting despite himself.
There was disappointment, yes. He wouldn't pretend otherwise, but it was fleeting, softened by the absurdity of the moment, by the way she stood there, flushed and apologetic for something so entirely beyond her control.
She mumbled another apology under her breath before quickly retreating into the bathroom, clearly too embarrassed to linger.
