Ouch. Well the ‘I missed you’ was appreciated, because he missed her too, but what came after only added to the guilt already piling up on him. He deserved it, he supposed. Was she mad at him? He couldn’t completely tell, but something told him she was.
One hand rose to the Iron Cross at his neck, playing with it lightly out of nervous habit. His shoulders were slumped and when he spoke, his voice was much quieter than he had intended. “No, that’s not it.” At least she’d be able to tell from his tone that he wasn’t angry, or at least he hoped she would.
Eventually both hands when to his pockets and his head lifted slightly. Not enough to make eye contact but enough to stop hiding his face, exposing the frown that was being worn. “… I missed you too. A lot.”