Something hopefully close enough to an apology fell out of his mouth. Like drool after a dentist’s visit. There was more to say. Before this was right. And, give her credit, she waited for more before throwing her hands up. He wanted to laugh. It made her look like a cartoon. Some instinctive self-control screwed his mouth shut instead.
Other pleas, ideas crawled out. Some from his stomach, and some from the conniving part of his mind. But she was right when she said none of them were from his heart.
All it does is pump blood though, he thought.