*gazes at him, sighing* Of course a simple “I’m sorry” won’t work. It’s not that easy, Lovino. *he’s still upset, but his voice softened a little* I missed you. I’m not used to miss someone, okay? I’m not, but I missed you, my whole self missed you. Starting from the body to the mind. I told you: tell me if you have to go. A message, a letter, something. *he bits his lower lip*
*He decides that not even a bit of humor could lighten the mood, so he only nods and accepts his scolding, probably the first time in a long time that he’s admitting his wrongdoing and selfishness* Your words are correct, I should have notified you. And while you’re not used to missing someone, I suppose I’m not used to being especially considerate of others? Please forgive my selfishness, *he lets out a small sigh* …and my failure at properly caring for you.