[For just a moment, surprise flickers across Uryu's features, confusion as he searches for a name to put to the face – and then, an instant later, it clicks.]
[He smiles, those rare, secret smiles he doesn't let people see unless they get close to him. When they first met, he smiled, but it was polite, still keeping her at arm's length. But now, seeing the expression he wears, there's no doubt he's happy to see her. Without the glasses, he looks softer, less stern, more his age He extends an arm to her, beckons for her to join him.] I'm sorry. Will you let me make it up to you?
s'cool, I figured it was something like that
[He smiles, those rare, secret smiles he doesn't let people see unless they get close to him. When they first met, he smiled, but it was polite, still keeping her at arm's length. But now, seeing the expression he wears, there's no doubt he's happy to see her. Without the glasses, he looks softer, less stern, more his age He extends an arm to her, beckons for her to join him.] I'm sorry. Will you let me make it up to you?