Apology

"You know it's not fair," Scott whined. "I call my parents and they end up taking your side. They always take your side. They're my parents- they are supposed to agree with me and defend me, not tell me I'm an idiot and I should come back to you on my hands and knees."

"There isn't a 'your' side and a 'my' side. We're supposed to be on the same team," I pointed out.

Scott nodded, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. But still..."

"If it makes you feel any better," I offered, "My mom also thinks you were being an idiot." I grinned at him.

Scott groaned. "Great," he muttered. "I guess from now on, I'll have to do things backward-"

"Forward," I corrected. I tapped my finger to my nose and then pointed at him, the way I always do when I want him make the connection.

"Well, backwards from how I'm used to doing things."

"But forward in the relationship."

"Yes, forward in the relationship."