"I'm sorry," he said, since he could and should apologize for twisting Robby's words. He'd absolutely done that and Robby's correction was fair.

He took a deep breath and tried to get his anger under control so that they could actually talk about this. It was hard to do that right now, and a part of him wanted to leave his own fucking apartment, but that would break things in a way he didn't know if he could fix, and he didn't want to do that, as angry and hurt as he was right now.

"What made things complicated, Robby? What changed that made you feel like you needed to run away in a city that neither of us can fucking leave? And to be clear, I do not actually expect you to tell me, but feel free to exceed my expectations here."